our busy weekend, pt. 2

More moments ….. (Pt. 1 here)

~ After Puffy Town, we go to a diner a couple blocks from our place. For burgers, of course. While MB pays the bill, Piper and I walk back to the car. Standing at the car, I hear her little voice, “Tee Tee! Look! They hab a rainbow fwag!”

Yes, the diner flies the rainbow flag. And Piper is an observant child. I pause before I speak.

“Yes. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Uh-huh.”

I am thinking she will drop it. I am wrong.

“What does it mean, Tee Tee?”

Oh, Lord. I pause again. Tick-tock-tick-tock. Tickety-damn-tock.

“Well, it means that …. well, it just makes people happy.”

Smooooth, Tracey. Thank God she is 5 and still thinks you know stuff. So I am thinking that now she will drop it. I am still wrong.

“Tee Tee, do you fink maybe it means it’s God’s pwomise neber to flood da earff with wain again?”

Oh, help me Rhonda. She’s obviously reached the Noah’s Ark part of the Bible. I am now choking back laughter.

“You know what, Pipey? That’s a good thought.”

~ Back home, after the heat and sweat and thrill of Puffy Town, Piper badly needed a shower. As we marched upstairs, Piper announced, “Tee Tee, I hab to go to the bafroom.” “Okay. Go to the bathroom first.” She then proceeded to share just a little too much information:

“Tee Tee?”

“Yess?”

“My pee fingy is stwaight, but sometimes da pee just goes all ober.”

I feel ya, dawg.

~ Bedtime. She loves to pray and she’s quite specific about it. She even prayed about dreams:

“Please, no bad dweams, only good dweams, all da time, ober and ober, foreber and eber. Amen.”

So the prayer ended and then she said, “Tee Tee, I need to pway again.”

“Okay.”

“Well, I forgot to tell God the kind of dweam I want to hab tonight.”

“Ohh, I see. Okay.”

“Okay. Ready? Dear Jesus ……”

I really have NO idea what the heck this was all about. There was some big ol’ dragon involved, which seemed a bad start, actually, but it wasn’t my dream, and then it turned out the dragon was a good dragon, after all, and he did — I dunno — a bunch of ….. stuff, apparently, that I could not follow, and in the end, HE SAVED DA WOILD!!

She seemed quite happy with it, though.

~ We had told her we were going to the beach on Saturday afternoon. So Saturday morning, I wake to muffled thumping sounds coming from her room. Ah-ha! She’s using my mini trampoline. (An awesome trampoline, I might add, with a really good deep bounce. Not stiff like some.) Anyway ….. I hear this thump thump thump thump. I sneak to the door, crack it open, and, sure enough, there she is, bouncing on the tramp, Curious George doll in her arms.

Oh, and she is in her bathing suit. At 7:00 a.m.

She stops bouncing.

“Hi, Tee Tee! Look! I ready to go!!”

Ah. A 5-year-old’s sense of time.

~ At an early matinee of “Barnyard,” she sits between us. Now, because my old backup pair of glasses were stolen from The Beanhouse a few weeks ago by, I suspect, that crazy Barista with a Book Deal in one of her many moments of psychosis and revenge AND because my really good, not to mention cool-looking (oh, and expensive), glasses had blown off my shirt where I’d stupidly hooked them and had then been run over by a speeding car way back at Thanksgiving when we were up in that gusty high desert where my in-laws live, I have been forced to wear my freakin’ prescription sunglasses whenever I watch TV or go to a movie. Like I’m that freak Michael Jackson. Or a Secret Service agent. Or I just had major plastic surgery. Whatever. I look like a complete moron.

So …. (sigh) …. I whip out the glasses and put them on. Piper looks at me.

“Teeee Teeee,” Piper chides, in an “ohhh, puhleeeaze” kind of voice. “You’re silly.”

No, kid. That’s what’s so sad. Tee Tee is blind. And dead serious.

(Running out of time here today. Part 3 — sheesh — later.)

12 Replies to “our busy weekend, pt. 2”

  1. Doesn’t it feel like they’re the adults sometimes instead of the other way around?

    BTW – I’m going to be in Southern Cal this Wed & Thurs. hmmm, wonder if I can figure out which one is The Beanhouse?

  2. My girl met me at the edge of my parents’ driveway on Saturday in her bathing suit (curls dripping wet, jumping up and down) screaming exitedly, “Auntie! Auntie! Get in pool, Auntie!!!”

    I feel ya, dawg.

  3. Oh! I remember being like that. Like, this superwonderfulgoodthing is going to happen, and you can make it happen faster by getting ready for it faster, and why are the grownups such slowpokes.

    ha ha ha ha ha.

  4. red fish — I *have* seen Notting Hill, but I don’t remember. Is there some kind of sunglasses issue?

    And, I know, it was too cute. I actually watched her through the crack in the doorway for a couple seconds. There she was, in her blue and green bathing suit, holding George with both hands and jumping really hard.

    She saw me because I started giggling.

  5. hahaha I love that scene. Yeah – he can’t find his glasses (because his insane and dirty Welsh roommate is sitting on them) – so he is forced to go to the movies wearing his prescription scuba goggles.

  6. Okay. I feel like a jerk that I didn’t remember that scene. NOW I do.

    And the insane Welsh roommate is hysterical. I need to rent that again. Obviously (ahem).

    Thanks, NF. We DID have a great time.

  7. Welsh roommate: “This yogurt tastes funny.”

    Hugh Grant: “That’s because it’s not yogurt. It’s mayonnaise.”

    Welsh roommate considers this, nods, and continues eating.

    SO GROSS!!

    Also, that same actor shows up again as the one love interest in Dancing at Lughnasa – and he’s kind of dreamy in that movie – and you think: HOW CAN THAT BE THE SAME PERSON???

  8. That movie is one of my absolute favorites. GREATNESS. He’s Welsh – bonus points for that. And I weep at the seen where the husband won’t leave the wife b/c of her wheelchair. WEEP.EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. Greatness.

    I’m ready for the beach, I’m hoping to see maybe Seal Beach tomorrow. You won’t catch me in a swimsuit though. No siree Bob.

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