The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

It started out to be a fine day-

I called my daughter, Mimi,

to see if she wanted to meet

halfway between houses

and go "junking".

Ooooh...what shall we find?

Look at THIS!Nope! Sorry-we didn't find THAT..

How about THIS?
Could this place get any cooler?

Nope we couldn't find a place like that either.

Please...please...please...don't write me and

ask WHERE these places are...

cuz I just don't know...

I cut them out of a magazine somewhere

and now they exist just in my

imagination-but if YOU

know where they are-

please let ME know.

No-when I met Mimi

our little baby E was propped up

in a cart

looking like this...

Doesn't he look like a little

Irish elf?

It's okay..

you can say it...

we all know it..

Notice the lovely racks of clothes behind him?
I am especially fond of the multi-colored polka dot shirt.

It would look nice with my orange

pullover sweatshirt..

(which will match the ORANGE drive-about that

MyHero is trying to place in our garage-see yesterday's post

if you missed THAT story)

However...I digress...

Pay attention-we are now back on topic.

When you call BabyE's name

he turns and sweetly gives you THIS look...

That hair! Oh! I love that hair!

His Mom had hair like that when she was little.

They shared another attribute too.

Screeching...

Not your normal wailing and crying..

No I am talking out and out

train whistle piercing screeching.

I am talking about

this kind of screeching...

The break the glass type of ear-splitting..

makes me want to put my head

under my armpit

kind of screeching.

In the store..

In the thrift store...

In the thrift store with other people...

In the thrift store with mean old lady ugly people

A lady that is so unhappy with her life and situation

that she has become MEAN

and she wants everyone to KNOW she is mean!

Yeah...one that looks kind of like THIS!

You will find her at Ugly People
I didn't dare take a picture of the real one..

I was afraid she might clock me with her cane.

She could have looked over and grinned and made

some casual, funny remark about

screechy kids...(which I would have probably done)

Instead she said...THAT CHILD SHOULDN'T BE IN HERE..

In kind of an under-her-breath-just-loud-enough-to-overhear-it

kind of voice.

I was a little bit embarrassed until she walked away...

Wait- Wait- What was that noise?

Mimi & I look at each other puzzled...

She says- MOM!!! I say..MOM WHAT?

Well-what's that noise, MO-OM?

Huh? Was it thunder?

Was it? No it couldn't be THAT!

As she was walking away, still muttering

about the NOISE and BEHAVIOR of a one year old,

the purr of gas escaping continued to

ripple behind her rolling cart.

I lost all sense of being embarrassed about a screechy kid...

I now realized that the two of them probably had something

in common after all. They were both wearing diapers (I hope).

There was a part of me that just felt a bit sad for her...and...

we were trying not to laugh..because getting old ain't for sissies.

I am feeling a bit bad for her-had she been a tad kinder I

would have felt really AWFUL for her...

But-shame on me-I laughed....and laughed...and laughed...

we put our heads in between the rows of hanging things (Lord, please

let me know that they were clean things) and we laughed...and laughed...

as BabyE continued to screech and she continued to complain...and "toot"..

Two different "trains" on two different life tracks.

And...the monkey riding this train

will get cuter by the day...

Eventually the screeching will stop....

he will change and start growing up....

and he will start talking like a regular little boy..

After all-he only just turned one.

And Granny? Well, God bless her...

Her train apparently has a gas engine

rather than a steamer.