Life & Laughter
When my younger brother, Mark, was about ten years old, he attended Karate class. It was Tae Kwon Do, to be more specific. I called it Duck Ku Bo just to agitate. When he got to a point in his training when he could start breaking boards, my dad got some inexpensive pine boards and cut them up for him. I never saw Mark do it, but he wasted no time chopping them all in half. I saw the pile of mangled boards in the basement. Fast-forward a week or two. I went down to the basement looking for my industrial-sized bottle of super glue for one of my many since forgotten projects. The bottle was empty. Bone dry. Who got to my glue? I’m looking around in a panic, when I spot Mark’s boards neatly stacked in a corner and miraculously healed! On closer inspection, I could see the glue gushing out from the crack of each and every board. He used ten dollars in glue to fix two dollars in boards. In a fit of anger, I busted them all over my knee. I’m so ashamed of my teenaged self.
"Get the glue."
"We’re out of glue."
"You used up all the glue on purpose!"
-Exchange between mom and dad in the movie, A Christmas Story.
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