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    So I guess we won’t throw the dog out with the dishwater today

    October 4, 2007

    Yesterday afternoon we went to pick Grandpa up at the airport. 

    I made a series of errors in relation to Grandpa coming.  First and foremost, telling The Boy on the day we found out Grandpa was coming on the train, which was 3 weeks ago.  Since then…

    The Boy:  MomIgetupPapacometodayIthinkPapacometodaydoPapacometodayMomPapa

    Every day for the last 3 weeks.  21 days of that.  21 long, long days.  What is 21 times 20 hours? 

    The day finally arrived and we went to pick up Papa at the airport.

    The Boy: Mama, Papa not at airport.  Papa is coming on the train.
    K:  There was a change of plans.  Papa is coming on the plane.
    The Boy:  Papa say he come on the train, Mama.  We go to the train station.
    K:  Eat, Papa is coming on the plane.  I promise.
    The Boy:  What is this place?
    K:  The cell phone waiting area.  Papa is going to call us when he lands.
    The Boy:  I no want to wait here, Mom.  We go airport.
    K:  We are waiting here.
    The Boy:  NO, Mama!  Papa over THERE!  (pointing to the terminal)
    K:  Fine. 

    We drove over and there was Papa, who had forgotten to call us anyway.  He asked us lots of questions and suddenly it came out about Zinni’s recent bad behavior.  Papa loves Zinni and began to give me a speech about Zinni’s acting out being a result of his tortured life of living on cheerios scraps.

    Not unrelated, Papa suddenly asked what we were having for dinner. 

    K:  Ribeyes.

    I paused.  It was a long pause.  It was the kind of pause where you could almost see the Question Mark hovering in the bubble above my head.  It was one of those moments that I just wished I was an artist so I draw myself right then.

    Grandpa started to chuckle. 

    G:  Where did you leave the steaks?
    K:  Um, the middle of the kitchen counter to thaw.

    With that, we were on our detour to Costco for more steaks.  Because if I got home and 3 ribeyes were gone because I was a big enough moron to leave them out on the counter, I was really, really, really going to kill myself.  Really.

    I walked into the house and into the kitchen.  There were the three steaks, right where I left them.  And Zinni got to live another day.   

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    1. Amy says:

      I’m hoping you gave Zinni Cheerios for dinner!

      October 4th, 2007 at 5:35 pm

    2. kate says:

      on a random note, scott and i are working on our holiday travels and we are practically delirious about Christmas and coming to see you!

      October 4th, 2007 at 7:35 pm

    3. Marelle says:

      As you’ve always said, your boy is truly brilliant.

      And, I completely think that Zinni is catching up . . . he was so smart not to make the same mistake so soon. 🙂

      October 5th, 2007 at 1:45 pm

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