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Bradie: I cannot see you therefore you cannot see me…I am the master, you are the grasshopper.
Bradie: There is no need to cry grasshopper, here I am.
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Bradie: Do what I do.
Sara: Why?
Bradie: Quick, he has the silver thing; do what I do. You better not ruin this for me, I have to run and make sure he did it right.
Marcus: …click…
Bradie: Alright dad, show me the back of the silver thing.
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and finally…
Bradie: Funny shaped pillow, check, blankey, check; small creature, check, place the small creature on the funny pillow, check. I am so much better at this than mommy; look how calm and serene sheep looks.
A conversation with my wife:
Sara: Marcus, come here (she is upstairs)
Marcus: I will be right there (I am solving the worlds problems, one at a time)
…I walk upstairs as she leave the loo and jumps into the bed…
Sara: I do not know anything!
Marcus: …. (quizzical look forms on my face)
Sara: …laughter…
Marcus: I am going to pee, by the time I am done you should have your thoughts straightened out
…intermission…
Sara: Sometimes I love that bewildered look I can put on your face
On Saturday I painted the boy’s room–after Sara had a change of heart in color selection. As you can see, I had a helper.
Please excuse the mussed hair in the dumpy pajama bottoms; Sara woke me with an air horn and pushed me into the room. If you look closely you can tell I have not wiped the sleepies from my eyes (you would also be able to tell because five seconds after the capture of this picture, the contents of the paint tin fell on to an unsuspecting 2 year old…alright that did not happen, but it kind of looks like it could.) Soon Bradie wanted to tape off everything. She was on a mission.
Do not be fooled by those doe eyes; behind the unassuming exterior lives a single-minded beast that rains down her fury with impunity–we are hoping this translates well to being an outside hitter. In record time we had a happy mommy and a freshly painted room.
But this was only the beginning of our day. later that evening we had a romantic dessert at the Monarch that reigns over cows. Following this dessert we chaperoned Tolo at MDHS. For those of you not in the know, Tolo is a formal dance where the lady folk ask the man folk–apparently there is a lot of splitting of the check..that does not seem to happen as often at other dances.
The kids were great, but there was one, shall we say, inexperienced chaperone. A man of indeterminate age–read the lighting was poor, or he was much older than me–decided to station himself right in front of the DJ–a stange fellow that played music from when I was in middle school for most of the night. Either this chaperone was unaware of the tendencies of younger humans or he smelled of garlic and old spice because kids scattered from the area around him like he was the unfortunate soul that needed to have a teacher remind him to bathe occasionally.
After a quick lecture and slide show pointing out what happens when someone is impregnated,
we left for home. Busy day, but well worth it.
