We were killing time before a Christmas program, and discovered this in a store.
For serious Tootsie Roll lovers. Which apparently we might be. – Katie
Me: “Children, remember to take your teacher gift with your backpack tomorrow.”
Various kids: “Ugn.” “Yeah.” “Did you pack nacho cheese or regular chips?”
Corrie, intensely: “Mom! What are you giving Mrs. S!?” (her teacher)
Me: “Um, a gift card and a little Christmas ornament.”
Corrie, old enough to know the world operates on a need-to-know basis and that this is one she definitely needs to know: “OK. What ornament?”
Me: “It’s a little pink lizard with shiny silver sequins. It’s cute. She’ll like it.”
Corrie, horrified: “Mom, no! Mrs. S is NOT REPTILIAN!”
Someone around here is definitely learning too much vocabulary. – Katie
We have a new kitten. The circumstances are murky, involving the disappearance (and probable demise) of our orange cat, Ron, and the sudden arrival of a tiny grey kitten who seemed desperate for a home.
After a week of disconsolate prayers that God would make Ron come home, the children seem to have accepted the replacement. Alright, me too. It’s hard to resist enormous ears and the lofty egocentricity that makes up kittenhood. (“It’s a hard job being this cute and adorable, but someone’s got to do it!”)
Unrelatedly, James had surgery this week, a minor hernia repair. I tended him for a couple of days with my uncertain nursing skills, and then went back to work leaving him to soldier manfully on. He hobbled along with his walking stick, reminding me of Gandalf, and recovered enough by this weekend to preach two services. (Granted, he was sitting in a chair, but still – two services!)
So here is the connection between two events: James needing to spend his first post-surgical week mostly resting has lead the kitten to believe that James exists merely to hold him. He pounces and leaps around the house willy-nilly, but returns at frequent intervals to drape across James’ chest or shoulder and drop into the abandoned sleep of the innocent. Although he has taken readily to all the kids, and surprisingly the dog, his true devotion is reserved for the master of the house.
The devotion of a kitten is akin to hearing a favorite song – it gives pleasure all out of proportion to its worth. – Katie