What a tiny, perfect, little world. Lounging on the beach, getting ready to swim back to the boat for dinner and drinks. Those tiny plastic people have got it good.
Do you think they worry about how much weight their children are gaining, whether the kid sitting next to them at the Dr. office had the flu or how they’re possibly going to get the next H1N1 vaccine?
Do you they ever think about heart attacks and cancer, chemo and quadruple bypass surgery? Making sure that the people they love, know they’re loved?
Do they worry about milk production and recurring duct infections? Balancing the needs of a child with the needs of yourself? Remembering why two people fell in love and had a child in the first place?
Do they lay awake at night worring about saving accounts and retirement? The food industry and lead paint? An ailing family dog’s liver and the upcoming holiday shopping season?
Nope. The only thing they have to worry about is whether to choose a pina colada or a beer.
Being a tiny plastic miniature sure does have it’s benefits.
And in the end, worrying is all part of being “a wonderful person”
And in the end, “those plastic people can’t cry” (like I just did reading your statement)
And in the end, “those plastic people can’t love” and oh, my gosh—-Love is the Greatest of all.
And by the way those plastic people are very human and they had a wonderful and everlasting great memory time in Costa Rica -XO :o)