Midnight Hot cocoa picnic
Adler had a heaven
sent day yesterday. No appetite however, despite a moms high Octane
pleadings. I did, however, manage to woo him with rootbeer...which he
drank as though he'd just crossed the Sahara. As the day made way for
evening, Addy got terribly sick. He gnashed his teeth and moaned and
looked at me with eyes that begged for answers. I sat on our couch with
him....His head on my lap. Finally the sandman took pity on me and
invited Addy to sit a spell with him.
Jamie
works all weekend. Ugh. Double Ugh. He was scheduled to get home around
Eleven P.M. Addy and I lay all cocooned up on the sofa together. Throw
up bucket keeping watch and The sandman begging me to join he and Addy
on their sleep voyage. Just before Jamie (and Sampson too) made their
way back to the brown house with the green front door...Addy sat up,
looked over at me and matter of factly asked me for hot cocoa with a
dollop of whip cream for good measure. I have been on this excursion
long enough to know...I DON'T know very much at all. What made perfectly
good sense yesterday may very well be pig latin today.
And, so it goes. I will say, However, if ever given an opportunity for
a Midnight hot cocoa picnic...tell the Sandman your dance card is already full... and that Whip cream is especially dreamy at that hour.
Whip cream mustache's aplenty,
-Sara
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