Thursday, June 12, 2014

Things James Did Today

Visited the coffee shop across the road. "Daddy, I wanna bagel." Read Curious George Home Run six times in the coffee shop and paid for the bagel with his very own fistful of quarters.

Drove Daddy's car. Not the new car, but the old derelict Neon. He rolled the windows up and down, twisted the steering wheel, and informed me multiple times that the car didn't work and that Uncle Tim should fix it, and that the car was dirty and that we needed to take it to the spish-spish.

Came to a brass quintet recital for the promised bribe of a hot dog. With there being no hot dogs present, got to sit on Mommy's lap and play with her iPad for 40 minutes while I performed. "Daddy, I watched THREE Georges."

Pit-patted down a sidewalk in downtown Rochester yelling "I'm RUNNING!!!" at the top of his lungs while I, with a gig bag on my back and a bagful of music in one hand and a music stand in the other, used my music stand to herd him away from the edge of the sidewalk and force him to stop when he came to intersections.

Learned how to count down at red lights and try to guess exactly when they're going to turn green. "Green means go, Daddy." Each time the light turned green he requested that I find another red light, please.

Eat at Wegmans. Specifically, the East Ave Wegmans. (You should have seen the look on his face when he realized there is more than one Wegmans in the world) He got to sit in a cart at "'nother one memwins" and pick out strawberries and grapes and pizza to eat for lunch. Then he pointed out to me about two dozen times that we were sitting under an umbrella and that it was up high. This was probably a better decision than the hot dog.

Have several extended conversations with the cat next door, who he calls "my friend, meow-meow."
"Daddy, I'ma go talk to my friend, meow-meow." <walks across courtyard> "Hi meow-meow! Watcha doin' meow-meow? Daddy, meow-meow got up from nap! Meow-meow, tomorrows FRIDAY. On Friday d'tractors gonna mow d'GRASS! Meow-meow, I'ma go see garage doors."

Informed me that he'd rather have a cat than a baby brother or a baby sister.

Make friends with two sets of elderly neighbors, both of whom he convinced to put their garage doors up and down multiple times. Both couples fawned over Curious George and his tricycle and how cute he is. James just pointed to the garage door button by the basement entrance and said "Garage door down, peez."


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