Jun 25 2010
Father’s Day Card and Misc. Observations
On Father’s Day, Lucy and her mom presented me with a card they’d worked on together. Inside the card were drawings of some miscellaneous things, including Wubie and Lucy herself. Lucy dutifully pointed each one out, providing a name with each point of her little index finger.
“That’s Wubie, flowers, bunnies—and me, your little child.”
It was very sweet.
Late last week I twisted my ankle. It worsened to the point where during the weekend I was reduced to crawling from room to room. Of course, every time the kid saw me crawling by she immediately interpreted it as an open invitation to hop on my back. Once I eluded the “mad hopper”, it seemed I’d always come face to face with Wubie, who’d give me the kind of look a wounded antelope probably sees when it crosses the path of a hungry lion.
Eventually, the ankle improved enough where I was able to limp to the car and pick up some $10 crutches from a guy off Craigslist. I had him meet me in his driveway so I wouldn’t have to get out of the car. The crutches looked OK (I guess if they were hacked off tree branches I would’ve said ‘No Thanks!’) so I had the dude toss them in my backseat.
I got home and figured out (picture dim bulb with a dull barely perceptible flicker) the things were made for someone from 5’10″ to 6’6″! Man! I never even considered that crutches came in different sizes (yep, I can be dumb that way) so it seems I got stuck with Manute Bol‘s (RIP) old hand me downs.
The goofy thing about all this: I picked up a pair of Vibram Five Finger shoes literally a day or two before messing up my ankle. I got ‘em partly because some say they can help strengthen feet and ankles and partly ‘cuz I think they look way cool! Added benefit: they freaked Wubie out when he first saw them.)
I guess it figures that before I could even break ‘em in I turn my ankle in regular high-tops. Oh well, I’ll eventually be able to wear the new shoes once my right foot tires of the swollen look.
By the way, now that the kid is talking so much, I get to listen in on such thought-provoking conversations as the following, overheard when we walked by some roses that had been fertilized by the gardener:
Mom: It smells like poop
Kid: Maybe Wubie pooped.
Mom: Did you poop?
Kid: Did you poop?
Yep, these are the good times.
Jun 26, 2010 @ 07:48:28
ah, so much to comment about!
firstly, those gorilla shoes scare me and Wubie both.
the crutches thing is hilarious.
the convo re: poop did not go exactly like that…lol…but the gist is the same…your ‘little child’ is getting good at the witty comebacks.
glad your ankle is on the mend…and, uh, garbage duty is yours once again.
Jun 26, 2010 @ 09:42:42
She’s also “the little negotiator.” That kid tries to negotiate on everything.
Me: “Don’t run around with that. That’s dangerous!”
Kid: “What if I walk?”
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