Remember back in the
days of Charles and Diana and Wills and Harry? How the press referred to Prince
William as the heir, and Harry as the spare? An heir and a spare. Uh huh. The
royal family of Hillmomba has a similar dynamic. Not that they consciously profess, of course.
Pity the poor Pony. He
is such an even-keeled young ‘un, never any trouble (except for driving him all
over the county), always willing to help, rarely asking for anything. It’s not
like having the #1 son around, when you must always be on your toes lest you
get a rant about not making him a sandwich fast enough, or how your ideas are
the stupidest thing since unsliced bread.
Each morning, I get up
and make The Pony’s lunch. I put it in Frig II, along with his metal bottle of
ice water, until after my shower, recliner nap, and Farmer H’s leavetaking.
Then I put it in his lunch bag while I am getting my breakfast. The Pony picks
it up off the cutting block on our way out the door. We have had many years to
perfect this routine.
Yesterday, as I
gathered my phone and purse, The Pony picked up his lunch bag.
“Uh…don’t I get lunch
today?”
That royal blue lunch
bag was as bare as Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard.
“OH! I’m so sorry,
Pony! I made your lunch! Really! I just forgot to put it in the bag.” I opened
Frig II to show him. Packed that lunch forthwith.
I wish he hadn’t
brought up that time I drove off and left him. One of these days, The Pony is
going to call for my abdication.
Well, in the case of the British ones, the heir seems a bit boring, but the spare would be the one I'd like to talk to at a party.
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteYes, but it's the opposite with the Hillmomba royal family. The #1 son would be the party animal. The Pony is just an animal.