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Monday, February 13, 2006
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What would this be? like part two or something? I guess.
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So I get home. My toes thawed out after about an hour. Or a long time anyway. Picking up a fresh baked cookie (I had spent most of the morning baking. Oatmeal scotchies and choc. chips. Whoa yeah!) Ok, ok. I picked up a cookie, made a cup of tea and settled down in front of the woodstove.
"Nathan's coming."
"What?"
"Nathan. Derek's bringing him over."
"Oh good! This should be fun."
A little guy with no jacket soon stood knocking at the door. Leaving his shoes at the door, he came inside asking all kinds of questions as he came.
"Hi Leslie. How are you? Is this your dog? Is he a boy? What's his name? He's fine. Let him go. I don't mind if he jumps on me. Why is this one in the box? Can you let him out of the box?"
Nathan stuck his fingers inside the crate and pulled them out again. "Ick! She licked me!" I did let her out so he could see her. Then Mom, in order to distract the dog from jumping on Nathan, whom she was as tall as, brought her out to the kitchen for a treat.
I offered Nathan a cookie. "Sure." And some milk or cocoa. "Oh milk is fine."
"Does the dog like cookies?"
"Yes, but she only eats dog cookies."
"Can I give her one?"
"She just had one."
"Does she like people cookies?"
"Not the chocolate part. Just the cookie part." And so he proceeded to break apart his cookie, eating all of the chocolate chunks himself and tossing all the cookie crumbs to Ruby. "Ok, that's probably enough or she'll have a stomach-ache."
"Where did Derek go?"
"I think he's upstairs with James."
"Are you allowed up there?"
"Well, yes, my room is up there, so I'm allowed."
"Is James' room up there?"
"Yep."
"That door there?"
"No, the other way." And up he went. I sat down on the couch and listened to him.
"Hey, James, what's this?"
He asked that question about ten times during the course of probably ten minutes that he was upstairs. Derek and James tried to convince him that Jbear's keyboard was magic, because it could play a song with no one touching it. "No, you're pushing a button somewhere."
Then suddenly, I heard, "Wow! That's great, Nathan. Go show it to Leslie. I bet she'd love to see it. No, she really would. Go show it to her."
Down the stairs with at least three different Lego ships. "Yo Nathan, did you just build that?"
He looked at me as if to say, "Of course not. What a silly question." But all he really said was, "No, James made it."
"Who's this?"
"That's Darth Vader. He's riding a bat." (It looked more like a teradactyl to me.)
After trying in vain to pull the Lego pants out of the x-wing fighter, I soon saw James & Derek coming down with Nathan, who had gone up in search of Luke Skywalker. Derek sat on the stairs and suddenly got this wicked look in his eye when he caught Nathan looking at him. Derek slinking down behind the couch seemed to be the signal for Nathan to grab something to defend himself. The nearest thing being my knitting needles, it was a near disaster for my work-in-progress.
"No, no, no. Hold it! Hold it." I caught his hand just as he pulled the stitches off the needles. "You can have this needle, but this one stays in the knitting."
We had about a half-hour conversation on the cell phones with Danielle, trying to convince Derek (real hard, yeah right) to let her open his box of Cheezit crackers.Three-way calling was what I think was trying to happen. I gave Nathan my phone to look at and next thing I knew he handed it to me to listen to. Here he had called Cara. (Must've held down the speed dial number.) Would've been hilarious if you'd have picked that one up, Cara.
Now, what usually happens is that when Derek decides to go home, he makes as far as the back door, where we carry on multiple further conversations before he ever makes it out the door. Cute little guy! When Nathan's ready to go, he's ready to go. "Come on, Derek. I thought you said we were leaving?" |
posted by cori
2/13/2006 09:13:00 PM
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"Here he had called Cara. (Must've held down the speed dial number.) Would've been hilarious if you'd have picked that one up, Cara."
I did. I was wondering why you weren't on the other line when I saw our photo i.d. Now I know. :)
~Cara
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He dialed your number and then a bunch of ones and twos. I wasn't sure if it you had picked up, because the timer said 0:00:00 for the call. And then he insisted that he certainly did not call Cara.
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"Here he had called Cara. (Must've held down the speed dial number.) Would've been hilarious if you'd have picked that one up, Cara."
I did. I was wondering why you weren't on the other line when I saw our photo i.d. Now I know. :)
~Cara