The Box of Rocks

Last week, I took Greg to the dealership with me, to get an oil change. As we are sitting in the waiting room, he is perusing the paper, looking for a map of Japan. The woman sitting across from us says, "He is reading the paper... he is a smart little boy". I told her that Mr. Man wants us to move to Japan, where he thinks he is joining the Japanese Army, so he is looking for a map. She chuckles. She talks to him for a moment and out of the blue comes....

My sister? She's... She's a box of rocks.

Everyone in the waiting room is now laughing. And many are laughing, trying to conceal their laughter. See, the night before, Emily - the queen of procrastination, was doing her math homework. And through the whole thing, she is verbally abusing herself, calling herself a box of rocks because she waited till the last moment to do her homework, and now that it is due the next day, she's struggling.

Box of rocks.... the statement still reverberates in my head.