I Don't Eat Monsters...
The following is two Trooper stories that I wrote while we were in Ohio a few weeks ago, with a couple of follow up notes. I imagine you'll enjoy.
"For a while, the only thing I had to post was a brief story of Trooper taking apart the screen door and hiding the bolt in the dehumidifier, and I didn't really want to post just that. I'm not sure why he was being more 'normal' for a while, but the good news is that we're back to OUR normal. Trooper has been spending a lot of time with my family in Ohio, which is kind of bad in that he's learning all kinds of new mischief, but good because he loves it. Anyway, it's hilarious, so I'm not complaining. Now, if you ask him his name he'll probably answer 'Hubbabubba'. Today I said, "What about Clive White?" and he said, "No, Clive Blue." We went to see the Minion Movie, another bad influence, and I watched him watch the movie as much as I watched it myself. He was so excited that his mouth was smiling open wide and his arms were just flapping and waving all around. It was true love."
"Last night at a Chinese takeout place he was trying to steal the duck sauce from my mom's table and had us all laughing at the competition, and then he said, "Look, a dump truck!" He was so excited about it passing the window that everyone just had to look. And that's when he snagged the duck sauce and ran away with it. I'm not completely convinced that the entire thing was planned--more likely he really was excited by the truck and only thought to steal the sauce when everyone had looked away--but I wouldn't put it past him."
My favorite, favorite thing he did or said was when we were all sitting at a picnic table eating breakfast and having a lively conversation and he said, "I don't eat monsters. They get stuck in my teeth."
When we got home, I was talking to my mom on the phone and she told me that in the hustle and bustle of loading up the car and leaving their house, he had managed to turn on every light in their bedroom and bathroom (he'd been harassing her by turning on lights the entire time we were there) and then locked the door so they couldn't get in. As I began apologizing, my mom laughed and said it was OK, it had given them a good laugh and something else to remember him by.
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"For a while, the only thing I had to post was a brief story of Trooper taking apart the screen door and hiding the bolt in the dehumidifier, and I didn't really want to post just that. I'm not sure why he was being more 'normal' for a while, but the good news is that we're back to OUR normal. Trooper has been spending a lot of time with my family in Ohio, which is kind of bad in that he's learning all kinds of new mischief, but good because he loves it. Anyway, it's hilarious, so I'm not complaining. Now, if you ask him his name he'll probably answer 'Hubbabubba'. Today I said, "What about Clive White?" and he said, "No, Clive Blue." We went to see the Minion Movie, another bad influence, and I watched him watch the movie as much as I watched it myself. He was so excited that his mouth was smiling open wide and his arms were just flapping and waving all around. It was true love."
"Last night at a Chinese takeout place he was trying to steal the duck sauce from my mom's table and had us all laughing at the competition, and then he said, "Look, a dump truck!" He was so excited about it passing the window that everyone just had to look. And that's when he snagged the duck sauce and ran away with it. I'm not completely convinced that the entire thing was planned--more likely he really was excited by the truck and only thought to steal the sauce when everyone had looked away--but I wouldn't put it past him."
My favorite, favorite thing he did or said was when we were all sitting at a picnic table eating breakfast and having a lively conversation and he said, "I don't eat monsters. They get stuck in my teeth."
When we got home, I was talking to my mom on the phone and she told me that in the hustle and bustle of loading up the car and leaving their house, he had managed to turn on every light in their bedroom and bathroom (he'd been harassing her by turning on lights the entire time we were there) and then locked the door so they couldn't get in. As I began apologizing, my mom laughed and said it was OK, it had given them a good laugh and something else to remember him by.
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