Alright, let's move out!

Today's mission was to drop off Peter's broken scooter to get it fixed. It all started with what I thought would be a stroll up the pedestrian zone. Notice that I didn't write 'nice stroll'; the weather has been absolute crap lately, so Mother Nature kissed any chance of positive adjectives away several days ago. I also didn't write 'quiet stroll'; we had Tommy with us. Alright, let's move out!

I did write 'stroll' and kinda stupidly thought that we would actually be moving in a forward-like strolling motion. About halfway through our nondescript tramp, Angie whipped around.

At first, I thought her 'you're in deep shit, buddy' look was aimed at me. I was actually getting ready to dive into a nearby garbage bin and scream for help when she pushed me aside.

'Peter! Where's your scooter?'

Peter's face turned even paler and contorted into a blubbery mass of fear that I know only too well. I narrowly resisted the urge to poke a finger in his face and shout 'Ha, ha! Busted!'. Instead, I maturely side-scooched out of Angie's wrath-path and settled in for the show. Man, where's a big bag of popcorn when you need one?

'Peter! I asked you a question. Where is your scooter!?'

'At the house.'

'What do you mean "at the house"?'

'It's in the hallway.'

'What do you mean "in the hallway"?'

'Sorry.'

'What do you mean "sorry"?

Peter finally figured out the right male-response and just hung his head low. I was so proud.

'Why did you do that?'

'I don't know.'

'What do you mean "I don't know"?'

'Should I go get it?'

'No, that's okay. We'll just go to the repair shop and ask them to imagine fixing your scooter. Can't wait for the bill on that one.'

Awkward pause as Peter tried his damndest to understand hostile sarcasm from parental figures.

'Yes, Peter! Of course you need to go and get your scooter! Go! We'll wait here.'

Oddly enough, Peter didn't wait around for any more of the lovely 'Mama-Peter' chit-chat; he whipped around and damn-near trampled an old lady as he raced away from 'us'.

David looked sad, but only for a moment. As luck would have it, a Hari Krishna parade came by. It was as if David had found his calling in life. He raced out to the front of the procession and began shouting his version of their chant as he danced his version of their dance.

I kid you not, within two minutes, my middle buddy was engulfed in a circle of colorful robes that literally stopped their city parade. David recently self-taught himself the joys of beat-boxing, which up until now basically involves him spitting in your face, so I got a little concerned when the crowd started clapping.

Luckily, an out-of-breath Peter showed up carrying a broken 'anything' that we could go fix. Alright, let's move out!

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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I am so funny with David that I make him laugh so much.
David: That everyone had very much fun.
Tom: That I did play with the guys.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: That Davey was mean to me 'cause I had something and he was like "ugh, give it to me!" and that I don't like.
David: That I can't play hockey.
Tom: That Torumba-chi-chi did come in the room.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: I want to be funny with David.
David: To play hockey.
Tom: Gonna play I computer.