Super heroes and other tiny tales
|By JEN BAKKEN|
While I was thinking about the new Delano Herald Journal, I thought about a column entitled “Tiny Tales.” It will be a column dedicated to children in our community, and the times when they create a wonderful story to tell.
Whether you are a parent, grandparent, family member, caregiver, teacher, or anyone with a child in your life, there’s always a tiny tale to tell.
It may be cute or funny things a child has said or done, any of those endearing moments you love to share with others, and people, like me, enjoy reading. Here in Delano, we are proud of our community, our schools, and our children. Why not have a column about our little “tigers?”
You can e-mail your tiny tales to; firstname.lastname@example.org, fax them to (763) 972-1029, or mail them to: Tiny Tales, 430 Hwy. 12 E. Suite 4, PO Box 498, Delano, MN 55328.
I’ll start with one of my tiny tales, which I’ll call “The Red Cape.”
When my son was three years old, he had the typical fascination with super heroes. He ate, played, and slept with a red cape on. I didn’t think much of this, and shrugged it off as him just being a boy. I had no idea that he’d secretly been planning an attempt at flying.
One day, I bribed him with a candy bar to let me wash that tattered, worn, and dirty, yet loved, red cape.
While I was downstairs in the laundry room, I heard a very loud crash followed by horrible screams. Of course, I ran with lighting speed upstairs.
Once there, I found my son on the floor, holding his nose, with blood everywhere. I rushed him to the doctor, thinking he’d surely broken that cute little nose.
In my mommy panic, I never even asked what happened. I guess, to me, it was obvious he fell, and I was more concerned with getting him to the clinic.
The doctor examined him, assured me that nothing was broken, and then asked my son what had happened. He said, in a quiet voice, “I was trying to climb up high so that I could jump and fly like superman.”
The doctor looked at me, trying very hard not to laugh, and added, “Well, now you know you can’t fly, right?” To which my son replied, with a very serious look on his face,
“Next time, I need my cape.”