Friday, August 5, 2011
We sat in the living room, as we usually do on any given evening and I broke out the laptop. This is when their souls begin to chirp. As I looked up waiting for the screen to boot I swear I heard them say, “Mom, can we talk?”
“Of course we can talk, what is on your mind?” I had to respond, didn’t I?
“We think a treat is order.” “A dog treat or a human treat?”
“A human treat, a special one;” this was coming from my oldest, not so mature one. The other two were lip-syncing because my second in line, who speaks like Eeyor, said “Not my treats.”
I was dreaming of human treats when the little one piped in, though she chose visuals for her addition to the conversation. She just drug an empty paper bag to my feet. “What is this Ms. Mouse? Are you trying to tell me I need a bag of treats?”
“No, isn’t this your suitcase? Can’t you take a hint Mom?” Mouse gets a bit testy if you do not understand her every move.
With a lull in the conversation my Eeyore baby merely said, “House sitter.”
I took their hint, packed my paper bag and called the house sitter, can you say, “Road Trip.” I will be embarking on a road trip in a few short hours. Though I must admit I’m a bit worried. When your children are extremely happy for the babysitter to arrive, doesn’t it make you worry?
I’m leaving with visions of a doggie toga party flashing in my brain.
I may be a bit (I shudder to say) MIA this weekend but don’t you think I deserve what may be my first and last road trip of the year?
Have a great weekend.