I Guess It Makes Sense…In The Not Making Sense Way

The vacinity of our home seems to be the hub for most of the pre-adolescent/early adolescent boys of the neighborhood. The current boy trend is playing marbles. Boys who I do not recognize seem to come from miles feet around for the chance to win or lose more marbles of different sizes and colors. The problem is they sort have the game wrong I think. I wouldn’t know, this info comes via my husbasnd since the last time marbles was “in” was like in 1961. They make up all kind of new strange names for various marbles, and invent their own rules. Nothing really wrong with that in and of itself.
My husband received a copy of The Dangerous Book for Boys for Father’s Day. It seemed the perfect gift for a father of four boys and an Orson Scott Card-obsessed-teeanage girl (we were tickled the Igguldens were familiar with Ender Wiggin). One of the many features was a chapter on how to play marbles. Polo and Posco were thrilled with the prosect of making the game morwe interesting as they found the “true” game was more difficult than they thought (thus making it more challenging and more fun).
Some of the neighborhood boys decided to play the game the New/Old Way except Those Two. You know The Two-they are in every kids movie as the protagonist. They spend lots of time plotting to get good kids to do their dirty work and get them into trouble for who knows what reason. Their the ones that make you wish you could be a teenager for a day so you can punch them in the nose and put and end to their tyranny. Those Two reasoned that the New/Old Way to play was the wrong way because it was the “Gay” and “White People” way to play. Apparently they play the authentic “real way they played in Puerto Rico.” (was marbles invented in Puerto Rico?)
This lead me to think of a new way of thinking. I have been chuckling to myself because from now on, when something seems difficult or challenging, I will simply say it is the incorrect to do said task because it is the way people of certain ethnicity that I am not a part of do it. For example, I can run red lights and when someone says “Hey, you ran that red light”, I can say “well red lights are the gay and Ukranian way to drive.” I am laughing but I shouldn’t because I know of someone who’s husband was speeding. When he was stopped he hired a lawyer to fight the ticket, and reasoned that traffic rules in Northern California (where they were from) are more suggestions and not traffic rules. They could not believe they were stopped for speeding when they moved to another state.
Seriously though (well not really) “your baby needs a diaper change,”
“Diaper changing is the gay and Ethopian way to take acre of babies,”
I hope my silliness is coming through in this entry…