I was reclining on the bed reading the torturous Merry Adventures of Robin Hood when Eraser Eater ran toward me to kiss me goodnight.
"Have you brushed your teeth?"
"Get in there."
He went to the bathroom and got going with the brush. He has one of those firefly toothbrushes that blinks a flashing red light until a whole minute is up. In the dark hall where he was peeking his head out to spy on me from time to time, he looked a bit strange----all dim yet glowing red about the mouth.
The Oldest was sitting in a chair, talking to me as this was going on. When I pointed out how "trippy" Eraser Eater looked, the Oldest decided he had his own bit to say (as usual). "Hey, that does look a bit odd. How bout you send that toothbrush to a lighthouse so they can bring in the ships with it!"
I tell you, he is a bright boy, but so not good at cracking jokes. He was laughing in a hearty, lusty manner at his own jest, sitting there in the chair, slapping his knee. He gets this genuine, actual smile that I love when he does this.
Eraser Eater saw this great deal of mirth and cried out with toothbrush smashed against his cheek, "Why don't you send your brain to science!?" At this, the fountain burst into a flowing stream and my Oldest was almost on the floor laughing his sides off.
"Oh Mom, that boy, oh, that boy, he kills me every time. He always has one up his sleeve!"
"Yeah, so Mom...." He just stood there waiting for a response.
Try reading in this house. It is impossible.
"I did inform Dad today that you don't really get crackin' until around 7:30. Well, sometimes it is more like eight....."
"Is that so?" I put the book mark in my book and set it down.
"Yeah," he was really grinning now,"in fact, I think you only really start getting going by 9:00, but if I truly thought about it, you are only rolling by noon." At this he was nearly on the floor again. My smile wasn't helping. "In fact, because you can be so lazy, forget paying the bills anymore or even bothering to get out of bed...." he was gasping for air...
"Me? Lazy? You flinch every time I tell you to do the dishes!" He rolled his eyes in playful vengeance.
"Yeah? And you just stand there when I ask if I can play games and say, 'uh, I don't know. Uh, not now.' And then I ask later and you say, 'maybe later' and then I ask later and you say, 'it's time for bed now! why would you want to play games now?' And then what do you know, POW! the whole idea is shot because you delayed it so long!" Now them's fightin' words.
"My plan has worked successfully." I picked my book back up.
"You mean you have been doing this on purpose all along?"
"You are craftier than I thought!" he bellowed in complete belief.
Uh, long time no see.
I am about to delete this thing. I will turn moderation off. Bee convinced me.
Not that there is much to moderate. I am just ridiculously busy. I have recently taken up a worship leader/coordinator role at my church so that is taking some time. I am having quite a great time arranging old hymns and making them spunky. My next project is "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent" and "Christ the Lord is Risen Today". We will see how that all pans out.
And it looks like I may teach three literature classes this fall, so the intense reading and note-taking will ensue.
My Girl just got over pneumonia, and Eraser Eater had a major asthma attack on Friday, resulting in his oxygen level being severely low and his lung capacity even lower. When they finally got him to 75% capacity level they allowed us to step out of the office and toward home with a hefty prescription and instructions. When I didn't have the flu, I was taking care of ailing people. Heck, when I had the flu I was taking care of people.
"What does that mean?" The Oldest said.
We were listening to "Eight Days a Week" on the radio.
"It's a Beatles song. You know, the guy loves the girl so much that he loves her MORE than just seven days a week, see, it's pretty clever," I said, stepping on the gas.
"I don't see what's so clever about that. There aren't eight days in a week. It makes them look dumb. I don't get it."
"Forget it then."
"Yeah, ok. Hey Eraser Eater, this kid in class told me about a game you can play online that you can design yourself. He designed a stupid game where a bear catches hamburgers for points!"
Anything with design and Eraser Eater is ON IT.
"What is this game?!" he hollered.
"It is just a game where you can design your own game if you want," answered the Oldest.
"Where do you find it?"
"On the internet! You go on the internet! Do I have to keep saying it!?"
"WHERE ON THE INTERNET, OLDEST? HUH? I WANT ANSWERS HERE!" He made sure that he growled and laughed all at the same time as he said this.
I burst out laughing against the steering wheel.
"How's he so funny?" the Oldest gave me a half-grin that meant he barely got the humor.
"The boy is just clever," I confessed.
But he doesn't get clever or humor. Poor old sap.