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May 03, 2004
Wild Weekend
Or rather, a WildChild weekend....same thing really. He was in fine form, all wound up because both Pa AND Ma were with him the entire time. We were shopping in one of those big warehouse stores on Saturday when he started pretending he was a dog. Pa had to pretend that he was a monkey. Then WildChild told me to be a dog. I of course obliged with a few woofs. WildChild then scrunched his little hands into claws, wrinkled up his face and in this loud, deep scratchy voice boomed out "MEOW!" He sounded like a tomcat on steriods....or like he was channeling Tom Waits. Freakin' cracked us up.
It worked both ways, though. He had a bit of a diaper rash, so I was checking him frequently & changing him to keep him as dry as possible. He got rather annoyed at all the interruptions while he was playing. I had just finished yet another diaper change when he started shaking his finger at me & imperiously demanded "You pull my pants up RIGHT NOW, Ma!" I immediately snapped to attention, saluted and said "SIR! YES SIR!" He thought that was hilarious.
But alas, all good things must come to an end and his mom came to get him around 6 yesterday evening. He flatly refused to go, clinging to me while I carried him to the car & tearfully saying "WildChild stay Ma's house." I reminded him that Ma had school today, so he said he'd stay with Pa. Pa has to go to work I said, and you can't stay here with Sollie & Sassy by yourself. Then it was "WildChild stay with [my daughter]," and on and on until he ran out of people that lived nearby. In desperation, he pointed across the street and sobbed "WildChild stay that house." Nice try, but unfortunately for him those neighbors are in the process of moving. He was still wailing & protesting as they drove away.
Now before you feel too sorry for him, I should point out that he never managed to work up any real tears....not too heartbroken I'd say.
Besides, he'll be back Friday.
Posted by Rita at May 3, 2004 08:06 AM
Comments
Your nickname for Mike is "WildChild"?
Posted by: Steve H. at May 3, 2004 09:16 AM
No, WildChild is my 3 yr. old grandson. No comment on what my nickname for Mike is.
Posted by: rita at May 3, 2004 10:29 AM
That's funny. As a child, I remember crying when I was dropped off at my grandparents' and then again when I was picked up. Fickle little buggers eh?
Posted by: Andy at May 3, 2004 01:46 PM
Oddly enough when I pulled something like that, one of my hagrid looking uncles who smoked like a chimney, drank like a fish and frightened small children just by looking at them would always tell me that I could stay at his house. I of course refused by either running away screaming or insisting 5 more cousins come with me. Worked every time.
Posted by: yayaempress at May 3, 2004 02:00 PM