5:41 p.m. - 2004-11-18
The Cutest of the Cute
The following conversation was overheard outside my office window while I was working (it's my next-door neighbors with their 4-year-old, Cody-no):
Cody-no: AIRPWANE!
Mom: Give me a call when you get there.
Cody-no: AIRPWANE!
Dad: I will. I gotta drive Mr. Something's car, can you believe that?
Cody-no: AIRPWANE!
Mom: They can't hear you from up there, Cody.
Cody-no: Dad, look, s'n'airpwane!
Dad: So it should only be until Somethingday - ALRIGHT! I SEE IT, CODY! I LOVE YOU!
Cody-no: They can't hear you, Dad.
Then the dad walks to his car with rolling luggage, and Cody's like "Just one more hug Dad, I gotta give you just one more hug, kay?"
And the rolling stopped, so I imagine the dad came back and hugged him, then went back to his car (I don't know, the blinds are closed). Then Cody says, "And bring me back something. I need stuff."
Cody-no is pretty cute. If only he didn't say every single thing at the top of his lungs.
Boy oh boy, did I mess up big-time. I believe in the healing properties of a good, thumpin-bass techno song, regardless of whether it features some mighty fine banjo-pickin (Grid, "Swamp Thing"). Gnomad, apparently, does not. He laid the guilt on thick just for asking him to listen to it while he was sick.
I stand by Steve Martin, who said (correctly) that you just can't be sad with banjo music. Gnomad seems to be the exception to that rule, but it'll be alright, because there are more people on my team.
I watched Edward Scissorhands the other day. When I make the overbite-puppy-eyes face that Edward makes in that movie, my eyes tear up like I'm gonna cry.
When my sister was really little, like 1-2 years old, we realized that we could go, "AWWWWWWW!" and she would make the cutest sad-face pout and start crying. I totally abused this power in an evil way, although I wasn't the only person who did it.
I just turned around and found three foam balls in the doorway. Packet's been waiting patiently for me to start playing with her.
So there: with the exception of poor, sick Gnomad, whom I permanently scarred with happy banjo music, this day has been abundantly cute. I'll settle for that.
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