The weekend proved a humdinger. I don't know what is in the new energy drinks Didgeridoo Boy has discovered, but it's given him silliness (in the same way some things give people hives) and left him especially prone to dancing. This seemed to reach a peak Saturday evening while I was on the phone with my mother, during which time he posed by the fireplace and did that thing which is highly impolite to name, stood on his tippy tippy toes and silently whistled, tried to find the best location upon which to march in place while looking crazed, and finally squatted on the couch with his arms made into wings and chirped like a bird. He broke out his cap gun on more than one occasion, danced several manic funky chickens, and put himself in my way as many times as he could - - always turning his back to me and partially bending over. While at the grocery store, he repeatedly tried to step on my flipflops.
He also set himself on a mission of calling my mobile phone as many times as he could from the land line. The first couple of times I trotted right to the thing, but finally just left it. He made the mistake of disappearing just before every time it rang, and pulled the major prank killer of asking for the "clicker" and leaving the room once he found it - - our phone looks very like a remote. A little while after he noticed I'd stopped answering my phone, he asked me if I had checked my messages. I should have known to expect this:
But then again, I never fully know what to expect from Didge.
Enjoy your Monday.
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