Some things never change

I recall myself, many times when I was young, holding a full glass of water and becoming easily distracted. I would slowly, and unknowingly, tip my glass and inevitably, spill. A certain sound accompanies those many memories: my Dad's voice steadily getting louder, "Heid, Heid, HEID!" It's like he just knew I was going to spill. Amazing.

This morning I was walking to the microwave with a full cup of water to warm up for some instant coffee. (I know, I know, it was a free sample, I had to try it!) What do you know, I became distracted. I was awaken from my reverie by the splash of cold water down my leg.

And I swear to you I heard that voice: "HEID! ...Oh man." I guess I really am still young.