Tuesday, July 1, 2008

What goes up doesn't always come down...

I woke up this morning to a broken flower pot and a very pissed off cat. The flower pot had been sitting on the window sill of the balcony and completely intact the night before. Gizma, our lovely 200 year old cat, had also been on the balcony the night before when I had closed the door and gone to bed.

I probably should have realized that the cat was missing when my toes were not scratched nor bitten at some point in the night. I probably should have paid closer attention to those persistent cat calls throughout the night, or the sound of a flower pot crashing to the floor as Gizma tried desperately to claw her way through the window. Silly me, I just slept.

Luckily, I tend to water the plants on the balcony before going to work in the morning. I opened the balcony door and no shit, the cat gave me a look that, up until now, I have only ever received from Angie. Even my Mom, who I am quite sure had every right on multiple occasions, has never honored me with that look.

I finished my last meeting earlier than expected and made it home in time to take the boys to the playground. The wild must have been calling rather loudly to Peter, for he started climbing this tree and before I knew it, he was gone. Poof! Disappeared into the roughage.

David was worried that he was missing something and tried frantically to climb up after Peter. I was worried that Peter had vanished, but thought hey, at least he has a helmet on. Peter was worried, probably because it was so freakin' high. Now comes the point that every parent dreads but never seems to see it coming.

'Peter, that's high enough. Come on down.'
[The calm, soothing voice]

'Peter, really. Let's go now. Climb down.' [The slightly nervous with a tinge of annoyance voice]

'Peter! This is not funny. Get down out of that tree now!' [The anti-happy voice]

'PETER!! If I have to climb up there to get you, you are going to WISH that you fell out of the damn tree. Now get down here right now!! [The oh-my-God-I-have-turned-into-my-father voice]

It is about that point that you realize every kid in the playground has stopped to watch the drama unfolding in front of them. Every mom at the playground is pointing at the quite irate, yet somehow sexy, dad who is screaming at his poor kid. This is also the point that you start to question Sir Isaac Newton and his 'theories' on gravity. 'What goes up, must come down' - my ass.

I am not sure why, but at some point, Peter agrees to jump into my arms and we can walk home. Now, there is no chance of walking away from such a situation gracefully. You have the entire playground staring at you, watching your every move. Luckily, this is a neighborhood playground, so every person there lives coneveniently right around the corner and we will most likely see each other every day for the next twenty years. Hi neighbor.

Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played the crocodile game - you put down and make so
David: When Papa come home from arbeit.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When Mama was mad at me because I did something wrong and I needed to go to my room.
David: When Mama come.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: When we go to Grams & Opa
David: When Peter come.

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