Still no sign of the missing Little People.
And now Carlos is missing too. The bus is now empty; its little STOP sign is extended but nobody's there to heed the warning. And nobody's there to board the bus. It's been awfully quiet in the living room. Maybe a little too quiet.
In a development that may or may not be related, block #1 --- of the 1 through 10 counting/stacking blocks --- is also missing. I don't know what to make of all this, but it might be time to clean our house. I only hope we can find the Little People before the vacuum does.
Wait for it . . .
Chung chung
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- dada
- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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- Come and knock on our door...
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3 comments:
Word on the street is that the bus driver residing chez nous met up with your Carlos and they took off down York Rd. together in the direction of Chipotle. But you know, Pei Wei is hiring, too. I guess free room and all the cheerios one could find/eat (and there were p-l-e-n-t-y!) were not enough of a reason to stay. Plus the cat is scary as hell.
I meant our cat, not your cat (but at least our cat doesn't bite)!
If Carlos resembles Ron Jeremy as much as you say, Dada, then he is probably on his way to Southern California to begin a career in plasticine porn.
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