There’s a story that my mom likes to tell.
It happened a long time ago, before I was born. It’s a tale that starts out ordinarily enough. My father, a very intelligent man with common sense and inner strength for miles, was innocently taking a bath. There’s nothing wrong with that. Relaxing, doing whatever he did. When he was ready to get out, he pulled the plug keeping the water in, as is necessary to do.
Again, nothing out of the ordinary.
Except somewhere between innocent and how in the world, my dad managed to get his big toe stuck in the water drain.
It apparently took much maneuvering to set him free. The details at this point are fuzzy. In fact, I’ve never received an answer on just how this could happen or what type of emergency services had to be called to rescue his toe. Because it’s around now that my mother is always laughing too hard to speak.
She has never let him live this moment in their history down.
My mother will tell this story to anyone, even feeling the need to share it with the next generation of curious audiences. So far, Jedi has been one to sit down for this heart to heart. Through fits of laughter.
And now, every time my son pulls the drain after a bath, he jumps in a hurried panic out of the tub. Terrified that his toe will get caught in the drain. Like Grandpa. When you think of lessons to pass down, I don’t think this was what they had in mind. Though it is an important lesson to learn.
Don’t get your toe caught in a drain, kids.