THE ADVENTURES OF JJ PICKLETOES

There is a lot of pressure being a kid in today’s world. 

There is climate change, there is fast fashion, 

there is streaking.  

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Sometime between those things, I have to read to my brother, and we both have to nap.   

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Life at my age is busy. 

Life is busy at every age, then when it isn’t, you wish it was again. 

I think we all would agree that life, as an almost 2 year old boy, is busy.  

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It is busy for me. 

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It is busy for my Mom. 

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It is busy for my Dad. 

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It isn’t so busy for my little brother. 

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Oh, he thinks he is busy, but he is only doing three things.  

E S P.  

He doesn’t have ESP, those are the only things he does. E, S, and P. 

We all know what those things are. 

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Let me tell you what I have been doing this week. 

I have been told that you should buy good quality clothes and wear them for a long time. 

It is cheaper in the long run, and it is better for the environment. 

When you have nice clothes, you have to look after them. 

That means that I hang them up in the closet after I get them washed and don’t just squish them in a drawer.  

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I have also become one of the youngest recyclers.  

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I have gone picking up garbage with my Dad in our neighbourhood. 

It is just a little thing that helps make our town a bit nicer. 

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I have started taking things out of the garbage and the recycling and making them into toys. 

Grandpa said that he never had toys as a kid and so he had to make his own as well. 

I made a milk jug into a musical instrument that you can blow into to make a noise or just bang it like a drum. 

And you don’t even have to wear your shirt if you don’t want to. 

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I even brought Mom and Dad a morning Keurig coffee in bed. 

I just took the pod out of the garbage bin and brought it to their bed, letting it drip a trail of wet old grounds all the way from the garbage bin to their bedroom. 

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Wasn’t that thoughtful of me? 

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Do you remember the 1970’s? 

Not me. 

Have you heard what’s old is new again? 

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Streaking. 

I am not talking about a winning streak or a losing streak. 

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I am talking about steaking, streaking. 

When you might not see the stars, but you see the moon. 

It was a form of protest or disruption. 

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That is what I was doing last week. 

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Mom went to change my diaper, she said it is one of the last ones that I am getting. 

She turned her head. 

Up, I jumped and I was gone. 

Free as a bird. 

Free like the wind. 

As free as I can be in our house. 

I was free for about 5 minutes, until Mom caught me and got me dressed. 

It was my small act of protest. 

Not really. 

It was just fun to run around the house. 

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After all that I had to read a book to my brother. 

Last week was Easter. 

Sunday, after church I read him a book about Easter. 

I thought that he might have slept through the morning service and missed something. 

I guess neither Pastor Earl nor I can keep him awake. 

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All this busyness can make a boy or two tired. 

Boys are like cats. 

They will find the warm sunny spot to lie down and have a rest, even if it is in the middle of the living room floor. 

That is the beauty of having a south facing living room. 

Maybe us boys are smarter than you think? 

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We are acting as a thermal mass and absorbing heat from the sun to help heat the house. 

We are contributing even at our young age. 

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Let me know in the comments a time when you held a protest or slept in the sun. 

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