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Little Guy Wants To Surf


Tuesday, January 26, 2010



Little Guy Wants To Surf


"Mama! Mama! I want to learn how to surf." Little Guy skidded to a halt in front of his Mama.

"Where did that come from, Little Guy," Mama asked. "You've never even seen anyone surf."

"USA Today had a story on dogs in California that surf. And the dogs really like it. And they're good. I could be good too, Mama. I know I could. Please!"

"Little Guy where would you learn to surf at," she asked.

"We've got a pond," he said. Little Guy had obviously thought this through.

"There are no waves on the pond, Little Guy. You've got to have waves if you're going to surf," Mama said.

Little Guy thought about that.

"I know! I'll get Granddaddy to make some waves. How hard can it be?" Little Guy smiled confidently. His Granddaddy could do anything.

Mama shook her head. "I don't know, Little Guy. Waves would be pretty difficult to make on a pond. Besides, I doubt the fish or the geese would like that. What if the geese got sea sick?"

"Do you think they would?" Little Guy stared at the floor. "Maybe I won't learn to surf after all."

Little Guy walked outside and lay down in the sun. He wanted to surf. He really, really did.

Sunshine ambled over to her brother.

"What's wrong, Little Guy," she asked.

"I want to learn to surf but Mama says I don't have any waves," he said. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "I wanted to learn how to surf, Sunshine. I really did!"

"Little Guy, why don't you get Mama to take you to Panama City Beach. They have waves down there."

"I hadn't thought about that," Little Guy said. "Thanks Sunshine!"

Little Guy went running back to Mama.

"Mama, I've got waves," he said excitedly.

She glanced up from the painting she was working on. "And just where are those waves, Little Guy," Mama asked.

"At Panama City Beach," he said with a smile. "Can we go right now?"

She shook her head. "Not a chance. I'm working. It's cold. And I would absolutely have a heart attack if you went into the water and tried to surf."

"But Mama!"

"No. Not a chance. Maybe we'll go to the beach when it gets warm and you can play in the water. But no surfing!"

She wrapped her arm around him and pulled him close.

"Look at what I've been working on, Little Guy."

He glanced over at Mama's worktable.

"That's me, Mama!"

She smiled. "Yes. I thought that I'd do a painting of you surfing."

"It's the next best thing to really surfing. Thanks Mama!" Little Guy gave her hug, then went running out to tell Sunshine all about his painting. Surfing was so much fun!


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