You are helping because you KNOW that this is what is right for the story. You know it deep in your soul, don't try to resist....
I love the fact that you always want to find the balance between the two of them. You want there to be peace and understanding so desperately. You're such a good person that way, you know?
I think you're right. If Sam had been belligerent about the blister, and blamed someone else or sassed John like it didn't matter, then John would have been more strict about it. Because it's not his bag to beat his kid for every little thing, and I always figured that he was surprised at Sam being so freaked out. That in his mind, he knows he said, don't mess with blisters, but also he's probably thinking, if they pop, they pop. Sam takes everything so literally in this story, so naturally, he takes the rule to the nth degree.
I love the fact that this messes you up so, I don't know, it's just cool, because in my own mind, I get to that point too, in trying to figure out if what I'm doing is continuing down the same path or if I'm veering off it. I have to lie down too, sometimes. : D
Ohhhh, good one. I hadn't thought about the fact that John is lying in the heat still, on a leather couch yet. (I always pictured it as one of those old brown leather ones, for some reason.) So he's sweating buckets each night so his boys (especially Sam, based on that one little remark about being hot) can sleep cool, just to be nice. Oh, the sacrifice! Why didn't John buy a set of box fans for himself, eh?
I will do it again! And I'm glad it pleases you so.
Re: because seriously? with the word limits...
I love the fact that you always want to find the balance between the two of them. You want there to be peace and understanding so desperately. You're such a good person that way, you know?
I think you're right. If Sam had been belligerent about the blister, and blamed someone else or sassed John like it didn't matter, then John would have been more strict about it. Because it's not his bag to beat his kid for every little thing, and I always figured that he was surprised at Sam being so freaked out. That in his mind, he knows he said, don't mess with blisters, but also he's probably thinking, if they pop, they pop. Sam takes everything so literally in this story, so naturally, he takes the rule to the nth degree.
I love the fact that this messes you up so, I don't know, it's just cool, because in my own mind, I get to that point too, in trying to figure out if what I'm doing is continuing down the same path or if I'm veering off it. I have to lie down too, sometimes. : D
Ohhhh, good one. I hadn't thought about the fact that John is lying in the heat still, on a leather couch yet. (I always pictured it as one of those old brown leather ones, for some reason.) So he's sweating buckets each night so his boys (especially Sam, based on that one little remark about being hot) can sleep cool, just to be nice. Oh, the sacrifice! Why didn't John buy a set of box fans for himself, eh?
I will do it again! And I'm glad it pleases you so.