We are a family of four. Two adults. Two children. Well sometimes one adult and three children. 😉
Our kitchen table has six chairs. Three on one side. Three on the other side. Two middles.
My sons fight over the middle chair on one of the sides.
They run to the table and almost dive to the middle chair.
“It is mine. I get the middle,” they scream as they run.
They seem to forget there are two middles. If they just took the time to see and focus on something other than beating the other, they would realize there are two middles. One on each side. One for each of them.
But they overlook the “other” middle.
What middles do I often not see…
Middle of the Oreo – Isn’t it truly the best part!
Middle of a Twinkie – I haven’t had a twinkie for quite a while.
Middle Earth – Wait is that real or imaginary?
Middle Finger – Oh, to explain that to a young child.
Middle C – I know where it is on my piano. Do you?
Middle Children – I’m the oldest child married to an oldest child. I so don’t get middle children sometimes. 😉
Middle Line Backer – Yes, my husband was helping me with this list. 🙂
Middle of the Donut – Reminds me of a funny donut story my college friend told me once.
Middle of the Night – When my kids typically get sick.
Middle of the Inning – I thought of that sports one, not my husband.
The Middle Lane – Whether in driving or swimming.
What “middles” can you add to the list?
I’m attempting to take part in the “The Fifth Annual Slice of Life Story Challenge” through the month of March. The challenge is run by Two Writing Teachers.