L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Drunco de Mayo

May 5, 2009 on 8:08 am | | In General Musing

So we were driving down 85th in Seattle and four hands fluttered into view through the open sunroof of the car in front of us.

The hands retreated for a moment and then reappeared with arms this time, waving madly. Then two heads prairie dogged up with giddy faces and fluttering hair. Two young butterflies soon emerged from their steel chrysalis until their rumps were seated on the roof of the moving car, arms raised and screaming as if they were on a Six Flags roller coaster ride.

The mom in me was instantly admonishing: “Get back in that car before you fall!” I hissed. But not loudly enough for them to hear. Mostly because there was this mental background track of all the things moms admonish their kids about that never happen. Put down that stick before you put someone’s eye out. Get down off that roof before you fall and break your neck. And so on. You know they’re rolling their eyes so hard they can see the insides of their crania. You know they’ll be back at it the minute you’re out of sight. But you say it anyway. It’s the mom legacy.

Then, the car turned left and in an instant, a pretty blond in a white sundress tumbled from her perch onto the road right in front of us. We stopped, shocked and breathless. Did that really just happen? The other car stopped too, thankfully.

The girl rose unsteadily to her feet, giggled and tottered off unsteadily to her friends.

They say God protects drunks and idiots. I hope so, because moms sure can’t.

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