Thursday, April 28, 2011

Home Alone, Day One

Angie nudged me awake at 4:00 this morning. As romantic as that might sound, it was only to make a cup of coffee so that Master would not crash and snore on her way to the airport. See, Dil is getting married on Saturday and she apparently thought the wedding needed more planners. I just hope that she did not envision catering, preparing hors d'oeuvres, or anything remotely related to cooking. Dil reads the blog, though, so at least she has been forewarned.

After kicking Angie's caffeinated ass out the door, I lamented her departure by drooling on my pillow for another four hours. When I awoke, I found that Peter and David had already risen, shined, and decided to build a 'super-mega-cool fort-castle-cave' using all of the covers and pillows they could find.

Angie had been so paranoid about being away from the boys for four days. I'm not sure if her trepidation arose from not being with them or whether it stemmed from the fact that I would be with them. Luckily, I don't give a shit. Still, I thought a pulse-check was warranted.

'Hey guys, Mama left this morning for Turkey. She'll be back in four days, but until then, it's just us men. Are you with me?'

At first, nobody said anything. I thought I saw Peter's lip quiver, but before I could console him, David declared his emotions.

'Hey, cool!! Mama's gone! We can use her blanket and pillow for the cave 'cause she need them not!'

[Note to Mama: I'm sure they miss you, just in their own special way.]
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: That I sleep by Arman.
David: That we can go tomorrow by Toy-R-Us.
Tom: We got on ice-cream eating.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: That David kicked me in the eye.
David: That I kicked Peter in the eye.
Tom: David kick in Peter's eye.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: Go to Toys-R-Us.
David: I want to kick Peter in the eye again.
Tom: We go Toy-R-Us playing.


  1. Epic Ladder Talk, especially David :D

  2. Tom, please don't encourage him - he really doesn't need it. :-)