We actually had a little barbeque with the next-door neighbors tonight. How neighborly! Turkey burgers and turkey weinees, with turkey ketchup and turkey mustard. And potato salad. The great thing was that Mr. Z and the boy next-door (you remember... the one who deigned to diss the friendship of Mr. Z) are now all palsy-walsy again. In the words of Mr. Z:
MR. Z: We shook hands and reunited. And each day we're going to shake hands before we play.
They never stay away for too long -- no one is immune to the charms of Mr. Z. Except, of course, me.
The bbq was good -- though it's a bit weird, because the old lady and both of the neighbors are professors while I... I'm a big dummy. There's usually a point in the conversation, when they're getting all academic and everything, that I pretty much feel like this:
Then I usually make a fart joke and everything's fine.
New thought. The old lady was cleaning up the play room yesterday and she had this big pile of papers she was going to toss. I gave her a "hold on there, little missy," because I wanted to see what she was getting rid of. Of course, she came back with her "What are you going to save here?! It's all junk." But they were all drawings and writings that Mr. Z and Miss O had done over the last couple of years and I thought there might be some nuggets of save-worthiness in there. Like this, for ejemplo [click to see]:
It's a "worksheet" that Mr. Z made for Miss O for when they play "daycare," a mysterious game they enjoy in the basement. Mr. Z pretends to be the teacher (or at least an aide, because the teacher is a giant stuffed elephant we have named 'Marta') and Miss O is the student. This is apparently a list of important words for Miss O to learn.
I love how random the three word choices are: bamboo, Gaparon, narwhal. I wish I were there to hear all three used in a sentence together:
I konked the narwhal on the head with bamboo as it attempted to spear the wedge of Gaparon with its horn.
Good job, class. Okay, nap time.