My Children’s Voices
Ken at age six: “How did they put the barbarians in my skates, Mom?”
“Ball bearings, I’m not sure.”
“Good-bye.”
Kenneth at age 10:
On the day of the President’s inauguration, Ken came home from school and said, “Mom, did you see the ignorance? Did you know the hostages are loose?”
Kenneth at age 12:
When Kathy accidentally sat in battery acid, Ken ran all the way to the Los Angeles City College tennis courts to tell me what happened, a run of over a mile. A hero for the day.
Mark at age 11:
Mark came home and said, “vivacious”, “precarious”, and then said he was eliminated from the spelling bee with the word “gallant.”
Mark at age 16: Listening to music through a headset, shaking his hips.
“Dinner’s ready.”
“DINNER’S READY!”
You don’t have to yell, Mom.”
Teenager Kathy:
We observed high school girls on stage. I commented that they looked so pretty and slim. Kathy said to me, “You’re pretty, Mom.”