Thursday, October 29, 2009
The Chops (Sommer family lore)
Dinner conversation a few days ago, Cannon said, "I wish I had a hatchet." (context for that remark: Cannon and I recently finished reading The Hatchet.)
I replied: "Uncle Matt had a hatchet when he was a little kid."
And then I proceeded with this story:
I made Uncle Matt mad and he was chasing me around the house. I went into the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it and I wouldn't let him in. Uncle Matt was so mad that he stomped down the hall, past my parents in the family room and told them, "I'm gonna get my chops!" The "chops" was located in the garage where all tools should be kept, especially small hatchets belonging to small boys. He brought his chops back inside, stomped back down the hall and started chopping down the door. For many, many years that bathroom door bore the marks. I can remember the confusion during the aftermath of this moment, parents getting upset for the chopping down of the door and at me locking my brother out and making him mad enough to chop the door down. Isn't that the greatest little boy logic? I can't get the door open. I have a "chops." I'm going to chop it down. Problem solved.
The next evening right after family prayer, Sommer blurted out, "I'm gonna get my chops!" Obviously she wasn't thinking about the prayer. She's asked me to repeat the story several times.
ps -- I'm not sure when the chops incident happened, how old uncle Matt was, but in the above picture we are 2,4,6,8 and 5-month-old baby Lindsey isn't pictured.