The Philosopher and I
“I can teach anybody how to get what they want out of life. The problem is that I can’t find anybody who can tell me what they want.” – Mark Twain Once on a road trip my boys were bored and tired. As would any mother do, I thought I would entertain them to help shorten the journey. I let my hair down and rolled down the window of the car. The wind gushed in and blew my hair into the air. I called out to them and said, “Look, look. I am a wiiittcchhh.” They looked at me and my older one immediately disapproved, “No. You do not look like one.” Touched and amazed at his quick response, I thought to myself, “He would never call me a witch. He would oppose any reference of a witch (always a bad one) to his mother dear as outrageous. Filled with joy and ecstasy, oozing with a happy smile, I asked him, “Why not?” This philosopher-child’s answer taught me another wonder in life that is often hidden in this sugar coated world. He said unamused, “Witches are not FAT!” Probing d...