Thursday is Liam and Emery’s sleep over night and since Jeff is out of town, I’m flying solo. I promised dinner at Panda Express which won out over the McDonalds with a play ground.
As we made our short commute, we had the radio playing and a commercial for Hospice came on, I quickly turned the channel and pretended I knew the words to the song that was playing.
“Neenee, did you hear that lady say her mother died,” Liam asked.
“Yes,” I said knowing very well what was coming next.
“She said she remembered when her mother was sick and died…” (this is where I changed the channel.)
“I think she was a grown up talking about her really old mother. She wasn’t a child talking about mom,” I said trying to ease his burden.
“Yes, she was an adult,” he began.
“Look!” I said, “aren’t the dunes beautiful from up here…”
As we waiting our turn to order there was another reference to people dying; there had been a fund raiser at school for a mom and son who were in a car accident and the son died. Liam explained that it must have been because the air bags didn’t open.
Then we ordered and life was happy again. After, I had promised ice cream.
“Let’s go to Doc’s,” Liam said, “its got trains on the ceiling and they have lots of flavors I like. Dad and I went there! We can park across the street and cross where the yellow light are flashing.”
“OK,” I said. “Let’s go.”
On the way, Liam continued to fill Emery and I in on the details. “Emery, it will be your first time,” he said with great enthusiasm.
“NO!” she insisted, “It’s not my FIRST time!”
“Yes, it is.”
“NO! I don’t want it to be my first time!”
“Did you go there before?” he asked.
“NO!” she said with great certainty. “But it’s not my first time.”
“Maybe she and dad had a date,” I suggested hoping to stop this endless, and un-winnable debate.
“YES! Dad and I had a date there,” she said.
“Did you see the trains on the ceiling?” Liam asked.
“Yes.” She was convinced.
“Emery, are you just picturing this in your mind?” he asked.
“Yes….but it’s not my first time!”
We parked in front of the building to avoid walking through the yellow flashing lights. Liam chose from a variety of chocolate and caramel delights and Emery’s only choice was vanilla, she’s a vanilla kind of kid. We watched the train go around the store on the tracks suspended from the ceiling and Emery cried because we didn’t have four quarters to buy a bouncy ball from the giant gum ball machine. Now that I think of it, they may have been jaw breakers, but they looked like bouncy balls and Emery wanted one.
Back in the car and driving home from our culinary adventure, Liam asked, “Can we run into Walmart for a little thing?”
“I don’t think tonight,” I said. “What did you want to get.”
“Just something little,” he said.
“Well, not tonight,” I said.
As we pulled into the garage he continued, “I really wanted to go into Walmart.”
“What did you want to buy?” I asked.
“A train set.”
“Like a real train on tracks?” I asked.
“Yes, one that runs on batteries, not like the big ones at Docs.”
“I think we’ll need to save up our money for that.”
A short time later Emery came running into the bedroom, “NO I’M NOT!!” she yelled.
“Yes, you are,” I heard from the living room.
“NO I’M NOT!” she repeated. “Liam said I’m a little bossy – BUT I’M NOT!” she yelled.
“I think you kinda are,” I said.
Nighties on and both snuggled into the big bed.
“Don’t you want to sleep on that side?” I asked Liam hoping he would vacate my side of the bed.
“No, I don’t want to sleep on Hoppie’s side.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I like this area,” he said.
We watched our favorite movie, “The Sword and the Stone.” Emery hid under the covers on the scary parts. After the part where the boy is returned to his human self after spending the afternoon being a squirrel and playing with a girl squirrel, Liam inquired, “Why do only girls get to pick?”
“What do you mean, pick boys?” I asked.
“Yah. Why do they get to pick?”
“They don’t,” I said “Boys can pick.”
“THEY CAN!” he said with great excitement.
“Sure. Daddy picked Mommy and Hoppie picked me,” I assured.
We finished our movie, turned off the lights, snuggled under the covers, and got kissed.
“Can you close the bathroom door?” Liam asked looking into the bathroom from MY side of the bed. The sky light was dim as it’s a cloudy night.
“Do you want it closed?” I said as I walked over to meet his request.
I closed the door, rubbed his head, and once again said, “Good night.”
“If robbers break in, they’ll be trapped in there…” is what I heard as I left the room.
One Reply to “Pandas, Trains, Picking and Robbers”
I am laughing so hard. Thanks for tonight:)