a "short" story

it's just a typical thursday summer afternoon.

i mean typical in that jack and ava are practicing for the wwf.

this time their wrestling ring happens to my bed.

i can hear some giggling and talking back and forth from where i'm sitting.

then i hear ava yell out, "stop that you little midget!"

the rest of the converstaion played out a little something like this:

jack: (yelling) mom, what is a midget?

me: it's a short person.

jack: that does karate?

me: no, just a short person.

jack stopped wrestling for a second with a puzzled look on his face and then he was back to business.

the whole rest of the time they kept yelling out the word midget and then would laugh as if

it was the funniest thing they ever heard.

kids.

after the fight was over, ava announced that her tounge was hurting.

only it wasn't from all of the wrestling around.

i think it was from all the pineapple that she couldn't get enough of.

gotta love summer fruits.