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Every Street Has One

April 18th, 2010

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She runs inside to where I am at the sink, washing the endless dishes. I hear her fling her shoes off and soon she’s before me in a puff of anxiety.

 

She’s breathless and wild-eyed.

“Mom? Is my head going to fall off?”

 

I know who this is coming from, and I’m gonna kill him.

 

“Has Garth been telling you stories again?”

 

“No. Well yes. But he said that there’s a little red string connecting my head to my neck and it could break if I move my head too fast.”

 

That’s not true, honey. There’s a lot of thick muscle and strong bone connecting your head to the rest of your body.”

 

She sighs. “Well what about the people in Mexico?”

 

I sigh too. “What people in Mexico?”

 

The ones who steal little girls and cut their heads off and stuff tennis balls down their necks.

 

I wipe my hands on the dish towel.

Where is Garth?

 

Outside.”

 

I take her hand and head out the front door to confront the nine-year-old neighborhood storyteller who keeps my daughter up at night with his tall tales. He’s sitting on his bike, watchful eyes darting, waiting for the next gullible fish. I don’t mean to, but I yell a little bit: “GAAAARRTH!”

 

Yes?” He says it innocently, sweetly, respectfully.

 

My heart melts just a little. I like storytellers after all.

Tell Toots that you made up those stories, please. You’re scaring her.”

 

Which one? The hatchet one?”

 

I’m instantly intrigued.

What’s the hatchet one?”

 

He leans in while I listen, rapt.

Well, just down the street there was a little boy who kept bugging his neighbor, who was an old man. The man was real mean and lived alone and hated kids. So one day, after the boy knocked on his door and ran away before the man answered…the old man chased the kid down, cut his head off with a hatchet and put the boy’s head on his parent’s front lawn.”

 

Really? I’d never heard of a murder on our street.

Which house?”

 

At the end of the cul de sac.”

 

Wow! Come on sweetie.” I pull Toots back inside the house and find The Rock. He’s working in the office and is a bit non-plussed. I interrupt him and tap my foot in the doorway.

Honey!” I yell. “Guess what happened on our street?!”

 

I barely see him shoot past me, but a scant two seconds later I hear:

“GAAAAAAARRRTH!”

 

On April 18th, 2010, Jenn @ Juggling Life said:

I love that you forgive him for terrorizing your daughter because he’s a good storyteller. You don’t get that kind of story from a wino on the beach!

On April 18th, 2010, Christina said:

OMG I just spit (spat?) wine on my computer.

On April 18th, 2010, Trish Has 3 Girls said:

Why is that pile of dishes endless? And the laundry pile too?! You’re right – every street has one. Ours told my then 4 year old that if she kept biting her toe nails (I know, but come on!) she’d grow a foot in her tummy. I appreciate the story tellers too. After all, my motto is “never let facts get in the way of a good story.”

On April 19th, 2010, Mo "Mad Dog" Stoneskin said:

Garth is a genius. Ask him when I can buy his book.

On April 19th, 2010, blognut said:

Um… I hate to admit this, but on our street I think the storyteller might be my son. ;)

On April 19th, 2010, rimarama said:

HAHAHAHAHA!

Sounds like the kids needs to start a blog.

On April 19th, 2010, green girl in Wisconsin said:

Oh dear. I have two that tell tall tales like that. Thank GOD I live in the country where their terrorism is limited.

On April 19th, 2010, Jacquie said:

I’m with blognut, the kid terrorizing my poor little girl is none other than her older brother.

On April 19th, 2010, Sugar Jones said:

This is why we stay inside all day and never go outside. Sure, my kids have pasty skin… and maybe they eat house plants when they’re bored… and when they’re real good, I let them play in the attack for a few days… but they don’t run into Garth!

;)

(I *might* have been the story teller on my street)

On April 21st, 2010, L.A. Stylist Mom said:

Have you seen Hand That Rocks The Cradle…?

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