Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The Hunchbelly of Heidelberg

Poor Angie. Lately, she has been bumping around the apartment like one of those wind-up toys that go in a straight line until it runs into something; then it spins around a few times and off it goes again in a different direction. I do not envy pregnant women. Or big fat faties, for that matter. I like my toes. I like seeing them.

Angie hates feet normally. She finds them disgusting, but I think she is starting to miss the view. This morning she completely bashed her 'ring' toe into the base of David's baby chair. Now, if you have never seen an upset pregnant woman hop around, trust me - it is hilarious. I highly recommend it.

Angie had already planned a day of walking around a trade fair with her mom, so she hobbled down to the car and somehow managed to still give it gas.

At the fair, her foot really began to throb, so she began limping around. I just have this image in my head of Angie, slightly hunched over and struggling to keep up with her mom. Her smooth stride is broken by her gimp foot, which drags behind her like dead weight. An odd sliding noise mixes with the sound of her good foot clicking on the floor. People stop and stare. Mothers pull their children in closer, but they still point at the Hunchbelly and wonder about the misplaced hump.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I play with Sebastian and Marie with football with him.
David: When fun on here...kupa ba dee...

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When the boy at the pool picked me up my neck and I hit him and then I go somewhere else and hit that too.
David: When Peter fall fast unter. No, David, no.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: When you come back at work I want to learn my bike to ride with you, when you finish with your arbeit. And to go to Toys-R-Us.
David: When Opa Grams.

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