Today is the last day of 2012. I would love to share something poignant. Awe-inspiring. Even memorable. I apologize in advance. You see, I am being regaled by gross sounds that obstruct my thinking process.
Froglegs is the only grandchild awake, so far. And we have been conversing.
(Yeah, that is a bit of an overstatement.)
“I had the best dream ever, last night,” said my gangly-legged Froglegs.
“Really? What was it about?” I asked with excitement. Hoping it would be blog-worthy.
“I don’t remember. But it was the best dream ever.”
Uh huh…and then when I laughed, he erupted with an assortment of increasingly disgusting imitations of boy-noises punctuated with a personalized version of a Mario and Luigi soundtrack.
I pressed him, trying to pry the dream out of him.
More grunts and grossness. He is, after all, going to be seven.
Further attempts at picking through the recesses of his memory were met with even greater success at grossing out Nana.
So…I walked over to the front door and stared.
“A snowflake,” I noted.
Superman made an indiscernible reply.
“Ohhh, another snowflake!” now stated with a bit more enthusiasm and inflection.
At this point, Superman became almost eloquent. “If you keep counting, pretty soon you’ll say it’s snowing.”
(I married him for his brains and stellar communication skills.)
And now, it’s snowing. And those of you who know me well, know how happy this makes me!