Ever was complaining about his sub this morning while I was getting ready for work. The way he spoke about her brought to memory Mrs. Henderson – the substitute dorm parent we had in boarding school when the Pauls (our regular dorm parents) went on retreat.
RETREAT! They probably ran down the mountain to get away from us.
Mrs. H had a club foot, was about 104 years old & couldn’t get up the steps to the dorms. As you can imagine, the shenanigans that went on while we were in her care were tremendous. I have this vivid memory of waking up at 3 am and seeing Mathew King standing over me with a devilish grin on his face – and an open tub of vaseline in his hands. He (and the other now faceless accomplisses) had doused me with dolops of it. My hair was greasy for weeks. It’s all on you Matthew.
This is a tame example. But I don’t want my kids to get any ideas…
Ever is 10. The age Mark was when he joined me in Kodai. Memories of how the residents of Loch End, Mark & I included, were as children makes my boys look like little darlings.
Remind me of that if you hear me whining about my kids.
