Thank You To My Brave Son
Dear Brave Son Of Mine:
Yesterday we took a trip to the annual Bug Fair and now that I'm all the way across the country in New York, I realize I there are a few things I want to thank you for.
Thank you for remembering your manners. I love how you ask the scientists and owners of the bugs, "May I please hold your tarantula?"
Thank you for listening so carefully to the instructions those scientists and owners gave you. When they said, "Don't make any sudden movements when holding that spider," you took them seriously.
Thank you for being brave enough to hold a gentle tarantula. I admire your courage and curiosity. I wish I had it in the amount you do, and I'm grateful it hasn't been stripped from you.
Thank you for drawing the line at holding the cockroach. It's much appreciated.
Thank you for recognizing that some bugs are more dangerous than others.
Thank you for being astute enough to realize that not doing something dangerous doesn't mean you're a wimp. Some people never realize that their entire lives.
Thank you for listening to me read this to you when I get back home to LA.