When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child...

When I was small, my parents quit smoking and took up jogging.  Not back to back.  My mom first, then Dad.

I remember my mom participated in some sort of marathon (probably 5k, really, but it seemed pretty extreme to me when I was, like, 5).   I’m from a small town, so the route went right past our house.  My dad made sure we were out on the boulevard waiting for her to pass by us.  A gaggle of people jogged by before we saw her, and my dad scooped me up so we could wave and cheer her on.  Red-faced and sweating, my mother laughed and shouted, “Anybody behind me, John?”

I don’t remember his answer, but mine was an enthusiastic and earnest, “Nope!”  

Sarcasm is learned, not inherited.

It’s a memory that springs into my thoughts so often, I’m writing it down.