Friday, November 14, 2008

Beware of this grin

A picture is worth a thousand words. Or in this case, only one. Trouble.

Today Peter had invited Lucy over to play. Rather than having the boys kick the crap out of each other over a girl, wise old Papa thought it would be cool to take David up to the Königstuhl again. Last time, he fell asleep and missed out on most of the fun so I thought he would like going up there. You will notice the frequent use of the word thought, as in the past tense of to think, which was obviously not something I did before embarking on this fun litte adventure.

It started out with David refusing to walk after twenty seconds. If lazy people ruled the world, David would be king. I was not giving up that easily, though. I ran back to the house and got the stroller, at which David giggled with the sheer delight of getting one's way. I reminded David that laughing used up energy and La-Z-Boy quickly stopped.

About halfway to the base of the mountain I peeked over and found David close to snoring. I screamed at him to wake up and ignored the disapproving look from nearby tourists. I will probably end up in a few Japanese photo albums with the title Jerko-san but at least in my photo albums, David will be awake. Kinda.

We made it to the base and boarded the mountain railway car. As it turns out, this funicular vehicle makes little Davey sleepy. I looked away for two seconds to admire the view as we climbed the mountain and turned back to find David drooling away. Great.

Not to disappoint the other tourists in the railcar, I yanked David up and forced him awake. You will stay awake. You will have a good time. You will thank me for this later. You will not say that I sound like my father even though I probably do. Now, wake up and eat your damn green beans or there is NO DESSERT!

A very annoyed, very groggy David emerged from the car at the top of the mountain with absolutely no appreciation of the panoramic view. The picture featured here is around the time when he spied something that woke him up a little. If you could follow his gaze, you would see a tiny opening in a gate that prevented abnormal humans from launching themselves down a rather steep hill that ended in many rocks and very little shrubery.

I, as you can probably deduce, did not follow his gaze. I thought it was great that he was coming out of his zombie trance and thrilled when he started running. I took this as a sign that his 'second wind' was returning. The only wind came from me chasing him after I finally understood his intentions.

Screaming at him made him go faster and laugh harder until he slipped through the tiny opening in the fence. The laughing stopped and his screaming started shortly after he had catapulted himself down this steep decline.

Luckily, he landed on shrubs instead of the tiny boulders but he was still 'shaken but not deterred'. He stood up, dusted himself off and announced to me that he wanted to go again. If there had been a picture of my face at that point in time, my thousand words would have boiled down to just two. Hell no.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When Dalia come and when Lucy came.
David: When Dalia and Brian and Clarice come.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When David cried just now.
David: When I cry from Peter and Dalia cause I cry.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play with Katherina and Sami and Dalia.
David: I watch Dora and Ernie.

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