Remember that earlier post in which I told you about our family trip to South Dakota, in particular, when we went to the Badlands? Here is an anecdote of that day:
My brother, Zach really loved standing at the precipice of the canyons. He would stand at the edge, hands on his hips, taking in the great landscapes and the huge sky. This behavior distressed my poor mother. One huge gust of wind would have swept him off his feet and, perhaps, hurtling to his death. Mom kept telling him to get away from the edge, and he knew she was distressed.
Instead of backing off, Zach posed for pictures, because that’s what eighteen year-old guys do:
“Zachary!” yelled Mom, a significant distance away, “If you don’t get back from that edge, you’ll sit in the car the rest of vacation!!!”
Somehow, it is far more hilarious when grown-up Zach gets yelled at than when little Zach got yelled at.