dual personalities

On Tuesday the boy dropped the little bud off at our house while he took Lottie to dance class after school. He ate his grilled cheese and fries from Mike Duffy’s and we hung out for awhile, amusing ourselves. He wondered where the Beanie Babies were and, after wracking my brain to remember where I had put them, we found them and brought them downstairs.

He thought it was great fun to take them all out as he used to do when he was little, climb in and put them all back in…

I said, you’ve grown a lot since the last time you did this! I remember when you and Lottie both fit in there with all the Beanies! Indeed.

During this time, daughter #2, along with the prairie girls, facetimed us to say hello. Ida especially was quite taken with the bud’s antics. Of course she was. She was all the heart-eye emojis. 😍

After we got off the phone, we watched the man across the street try to get his Goldendoodle to play catch with a ball. We decided to go out and engage with them, and so we put our shoes on and went out. The bud did indeed engage with the Doodle (named ‘Tator’ because he looks like a tator tot), playing catch and running all over the yard. I talked to my nice young neighbor and we exchanged phone numbers. We went back in after wearing out the Doodle and soon it was time for the bud to go home. When Lottie came in to pick up her brother, she was shocked to find that I had no candy. “But, Mamu, you always have candy!”

Mea culpa. I will be sure to rectify that situation a toute vitesse, little lady.