Archive for December 17th, 2007

Chick flick (The Wedding Planner) + Red Wine (47 pound rooster) and late night in pajamas = crying sob-fest 2007. Bad idea. Some days I can’t figure out why I have the faulty female tear duct wiring that goes straight from my uterus to my eyeballs. Not fair. First glass of wine – becomes mellow and as I watch stupid movie about the wedding planner falling in love with the dude who’s in the wedding, I’m rolling my eyes and sighing with irritation about flimsy characters and bad timing. Second glass of whine –becomes a tearful, “Will I ever know true love and –blah-blah-blah.!!”

Moral of the story. No drinking and watching chick flicks alone. The end.

Yesterday I went to lunch with St. Mary and the Amazing Gee.  Evidently Amazing Gee asked St. Mary if the reason he couldn’t see me anymore was, “Can’t see Bafeena anymore because Bafeena is dead?”

Not. Good. Must spend more time with the little guy. So we went to Burgerville for lunch, one of his favorite places because the ketchup is unlimited.

Anywhoo, Amazing Gee still has difficulty with pronouns. Unable to distinguish the nuance between “I” “you” and “me”. A thing about his communication that I usually forget about until it goes something like this:

I squeeze him and say, “I missed you! You’re mine now!”

AG: “You’re mine now!”

Me: “No, you’re mine now!”

AG: “No… you’re mine now.” He’s getting confused and a little frustrated.

Me: “No. see. You are mine now…” I squish him again.

AG: “NO! You are MINE now.”

Me: “Oh, so I’m yours now!”

AG: “No. no. I’m yours now.”

Me: “Wait, I think you’re trying to say that You are mine now.”

AG: “No. YOU are mine now!!!!”

Later,

AG: “You want some ketchup.”

Me: “No thank you.” I resume my conversation with St. Mary.

AG “You want some ketchup.”

Me: “No, but thank you for asking.” I return to conversation.

AG: “You want some ketchup RIGHT NOW, please.”

Me: “Oh, You mean YOU want some ketchup.”

AG: “No, YOU want some ketchup. Now, please.”

I squirt some ketchup into his basket of fries and he smiles and begins to scoop it out with his fingers and lick his hands.

Me: “I see, Amazing Gee wanted the ketchup. Not me.”

AG: “Yes, you want ketchup.” He agrees.

It’s a little bit like playing, “Who’s on first.” But once you get the hang of it, it turns out to be great fun.