Wednesday, March 07, 2012

On the edge of the abyss of No

Two nights ago, back when it was spring, before winter returned again, Mama and I took the kids out on the street to play with their new stomp rockets. Yes, we play on the street...look, what's the challenge of playing on a lawn?

But seriously, we play at the end of a cul-de-sac that backs up to our dead end street.

And we play on the street because apparently you should never get off the street unless you're going all the way. Kids get off the street. They quit the whole program...but then they get eaten by chiggers, just like 3B did.

That's why last night Mama took 3B to the doctor, just to ensure his horrible red welts weren't something worse than we thought they were, while I had dinner with Jewel. It was an interesting evening since Jewel was teetering on the edge of the abyss of No. After a brief breakdown when Mama and 3B left, which is to be understood--she loves them both with all her heart--she managed to avoid the abyss of No, and we had a pleasant night enjoying one of her favorite pastimes: talking.

When she's deep in the darkness of No, Jewel will be contrary to anything you state: Do you want a cookie? No! Are you upset? No! How about a donut? No!

Of course, I love to test her with questions like, Do you always say no? And, Do you like to say no? And, Do you answer all questions with "no"?

Yes, I understand that I will pay for these transgressions later in life, but for now, they're just so much fun. It's like hitting a tennis ball against a wall. Why do it? The wall doesn't move. Yes, but then you get to bounce the ball back against it. Again. And again. And again.

So, we had a perfectly pleasant conversation, which is to say that I enjoyed Jewel's soliloquy. I captured about half of our dinner dialogue here, for you to experience.

For what it's worth, between you and me, by the by and all of that, before I turned the camera on, Jewel had insisted not only that she didn't want avocado, but that I remove it from her plate, nay, from her sight.

Oh, and 3B's bites are fine. Nothing a little cortisone cream, neosporin and time won't mend.

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