Rude Kids

H, we saw some rude kids watching Trolls 2.

See, this last weekend we were back at the Hyatt Hill Country.

We went for Labor Day weekend.

Our second night there we went down to watch the movie they show on the lawn – but with weekend weddings and all, they moved it to a covered pavilion.

Mom and T were back in the room, and K had wanted to stay too. So it was just you and I.

We were a few minutes late, but got our blankets and found a spot down front on the right side of the screen.

All was well for the first half of the film, but then a loud girl (maybe 5) with two little friends got in between the projector and the screen.

They were talking and yelling and having a little dance party of their own.

It went on and on…

Finally, when you and I were whispering about how to say something to them, another lady in the crowd lost it.

She yelled with an ugly voice from a tired and bad place.

Whose kids are these?! This is ridiculous! The rest of us are trying to watch the movie too!!! Come get your children!

Hahahhaha.

The girls all froze and disappeared to the back of the room..

You and I giggled, and then snuggled each other for the rest of the movie.

I love you.

-Dad

P.S. The next night the evening movie was back on the lawn. And there were rude parents and children sitting beside us in the back. The kids were loud and the parents were loud and drunk. I am constantly surprised at the rudeness and selfishness people are capable of.

Big Old Baby

T, I just love you – you big old baby.

It’s just a thing I call you.

See, at least once every day or so, I pick you up and recline you back in my hands facing me.

Your rear-end is on my stomach with your feet on my chest.

And we are face to face.

I bounce you gently as I sing to you in a chant.

Hey you big old baby.
Hey you big old baby.
Hey you big old – big old – big old – big old – big old baby.

You cackle and laugh and smile when I sing – and I love you more and more with each bounce.

I love you.

-Dad

Ninja Kitty

K, the night before last you played “ninja kitty” with me when you were trying to come to our bedroom.

I was working at mom’s computer and heard a rustle behind me.

I caught a glimpse of your pajamas and the blur of your hair when I turned around. You were rounding the corner into the kitchen running at full-speed.

The house was silent.

A few minutes later your eye peaked around the corner and then shot back.

Silence again.

Your eye came out again a few minutes later, but this time you were between the couch and foyer wall. You disappeared as soon as you saw me.

I could have heard a pin drop.

Finally, you peered at me again from the couch.

Mom was soon out of the shower and you looked over the back of the couch at us one last time as I was explaining to mom your silliness.

Of course, mom let you sleep with us after that.

I love you.

-Dad