{"id":1393,"date":"2012-06-06T15:13:10","date_gmt":"2012-06-06T19:13:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=1393"},"modified":"2012-06-06T15:16:34","modified_gmt":"2012-06-06T19:16:34","slug":"island-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=1393","title":{"rendered":"There Once Was an Island Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"

There once was a boy who lived on an island, mainly because his parents dragged him there when he was two and was too young to have a say or opinion in the matter.<\/a><\/p>\n

But, as he grew older, he decided he was not only okay with it, but really liked it, although he wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have minded having snow on Christmas Day, something that doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t happen on the island unless you count artificial spray snow as close enough.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Anyhow, one day this boy, now nine, went swimming in the Atlantic Ocean, the ocean surrounding his island.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>He swam for a long, long time.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>When he grew tired, the boy returned to the shore and quickly fell asleep.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>As he had covered half of himself with a towel, he narrowly missed being stepped upon several times by those around him.<\/p>\n

This was mildly funny to his mother, for reasons unknown.<\/p>\n

Then, one rainy day a few days later, his mother sat at her computer, looking at pictures of the boy going to the beach, swimming in the ocean, and sleeping in the sand.<\/p>\n

She also looked at a few pictures of herself her LCB had taken, and wondered if, generally speaking, the 10 pounds that the camera adds gets evenly distributed or if it all lodges itself in one particular area of the person in front of the camera.<\/p>\n

Anyhow.<\/p>\n

After looking at the pictures of the boy sleeping and hearing the sound of the rain outside, the mother now wanted to sleep herself.<\/p>\n

But she was a mother, so she couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t.<\/p>\n

The End<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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