Little Boy Two

Happy Happy Birthday, beautiful boy.

Sandy: Some may see this as a bit self-indulgent on my part, but I couldn't help myself. Thanks for being such a good friend!

Not self-indulgent at all, from this Gramma's perspective. I was so overwhelmed by the cutie that I forgot to mention that the poem made me smile, also. Clever use of the two/too's.

AWWWW!!! Too sweet, Barbara.

Sweet Hannah: Thanks so much! Another good friend!...

(...who had better be at the airport with a Providence ticket in her hand. Do you need money?)

...I should mention this little guy looks very much like his Mommy did at that age, and Mommy's little brother looked very much like his big sister, so, if you're following, this little guy bears a strong resemblance to a certain half-wolf character we all know and love.

...who, by the way, seems to have morphed into a scary purple pseudo-superhero, while I was away. What the heck happened?

I see that resemblence. Barbara, I'm quite upset about the morphing and even more upset that he has disappeared. I can't find either of them and am getting a little concerned. Lyrical might have been carried away by flood water, but I think he was safe. I'm afraid that Bauer guy lost his patience and hurt him.

I'm using internet at the airport, Barbara. Can you take his hat off so we can see his ears??

Sandy: Yikes, I missed so much. (Now you've got me worried about Lyrical...is she okay?) I have no idea where Purple Man is. That's not quite true...I do know where he is (I think) but I don't know why is among the Gather Missing. Maybe he's working. Or maybe he's getting ready to morph into something else.

Who is Bauer?? (I've been away a long time, and there were rum punches...)

Hannah: Such a good girl. What time does your plane arrive? I'm only 20 minutes from the airport and can shoot right over there to pick you up.

So far, the little lad's ears remain strangely normal. But that could change at any moment...

Barbara, he tells me he's busy, but I can't ask too many questions since he called me "meddling magoo" and I promised to butt out. I don't have these problems with my other son-in-law. You do have some catching up to do. Johnny ran off with Michael J. Fox for a few days, then developed this strange love/hate relationship with Jack Bauer, and now has turned into Bibleman. (I'm just a tiny bit concerned that someone might have slipped something in his juice)

Sandy, I saw that 'meddling magoo' comment and, as his Biographer, I apologize for his bad manners. I assure you, his mother brung him up better than that.

I think I saw the Michael J Fox thing, just before I left. Is Jack Bauer one of those gaily-colored wrestler guys? (I guess Bibleman is one of those, too? Not being a professional/unprofessional wrestling fan, I am seriously out of the loop here...)
I think I liked Jack...what did he do to Pointy Ears?

Barbara, please keep my Johnny worship status in mind. He does no wrong in my eyes, so if he calls me meddling magoo and breaks my daughter's heart, then we must deserve it. I know his mother did a good job ;-)

Jack Bauer is not a gaily-colored wrestler guy - he carries a gun. See why I'm worried?

But Pointy Ears can drift race, yes?
Barbara, this a lovely sentiment for a beautiful child. Thoroughly enjoyable and full of light.

Sandy, You're very sweet to worship Johnny, but there's no reason he should be disrespectful of old ladies. And I can't even to begin to tell you my concern for our sweet Lyrical. She is one patient, patient woman.

Good grief, Bauer has a gun?? I'm worried...Johnny is not used to guns. His mother told me she wouldn't even let him play with toy guns when he was little, nor was he allowed to 'pretend kill' any living thing, with the single exception that this was allowed if a person was starving to death. (Clearly, his mother was a bit intense.) One time when Johnny was five or six years old, he had a friend to the house to play, and his mother heard him talking to the friend in the yard: "I don't have any play guns, but if you want to use sticks for guns, we can't kill anything unless we eat it."

Madame: Thanks for the nice comment...much appreciated.

I have no idea whether Pointy Ears can drift race. (Truth be told, I had never heard of drift racing until a couple of weeks ago. We're a little behind the times, here on the east coast).

The more I hear about Johnny's mother, the more I like her. I was equally intense. I remember one summer when all the neighborhood kids had water guns and I made my poor daughter use a squirt bottle instead of a gun. Once boy made fun of her, so I turned her loose with the hose and a super-soaker nozzle. He stopped laughing. By the time Lyrical came along (eleven long years later) with ten times the energy and hard-headedness of my first daughter, I caved and allowed water guns, but still no pretend killing. My first daughter won't even kill a bug. She 'catches' them and puts them outdoors if they bother her. Once, I broke her heart by putting out a glue trap to catch a mouse. (I really didn't know how cruel it was). She took a razor blade and cut every hair loose to release the mouse, unharmed. But she allows her son to play with toy guns now, and that surprises me.

Really is a sweet, cute, loving, precious little poem.

I'm confused. Are you Johnny's mom??

Sandy: Sounds like you and Johnny's mom are mothers of a single heart. Why am I not surprised?

R Scott: Your comment is much appreciated.

I am Johnny's biographer.

Nice mask.

So very sweet. My baby boy turned 29 yesterday. I love him, but I miss the two year old him.

The mask was on sale at Target.

Somehow I missed the wooden spatulas while I was there, though.

Linda: I know what you mean. My baby boy was 29 a few months ago.

R Scott: I love Target and am not at all suprised you found your fabulous mask there. Which department? If you still need wooden spatulas, Sandy has plenty.

I think Sandy has a stock of spatulas. She might share. But then again, she might not.

Such a little cutie puss (that little guy). My babies are 37 and 34 and I miss their little selves. Now they don't want to play cars together anymore.

Hannah: (hands on hips, foot tapping) I'm at the airport in Providence. Where are you??

Clare: Thank you. I agree, playing cars and trucks is great fun. It's good to be back playing again, after years of drought (post-kids, pre-grandkid).

Barbara, sorry. I keep getting delayed. First they took my TNT away, then my gun, then my lipstick, then my booze.....

*sniff*

I might have to walk 10,000 miles.

Hannah, what happened to Fred?

Fred is a really expensive habit. That's what Fred is.

Hannah: Those airline people have no regard for human decency. Or thirst. And why, pray tell, would they want your gun or TNT? Don't they have any of their own?? Sounds mighty suspicious.

10,000 miles is kind of a long walk. And even though it's only 3,200 miles, that's still a long walk. How about I send you money to fill Fred up fifty times, and you start driving. You can pick Sandy up on your way east, and we'll have a nice girlfriend get-together.

sniff, I wanted to go on a trip too. what about me way down here by the other border?

Absolutely, Madame. Hannah, honey, add Madame to your itinerary. The more the merrier.

YAY! I'm goin' on a trip! (Hannah, please don't bring your backpack in the car with us, it will scare me)