I am not sure that this is true. I suspect it might be, as my beautiful 6 month old laptop lies in the surgical unit of Monroe Technology's west-side satellite office....
It all started with me. Yes, yes, I can own my guilt, the awful task of being a mother and babysitter who believes that children should LEARN ALL SUMMER....
Clearly the God of children everywhere thought I was asking too much.
Except the kids were excited to be writing on the laptop! Gratified by their story-telling capabilities... Delighted with their continued progress!!!! Story-tellers, fable-spinners, one and all!!!!
We have this rule, see? About liquids and laptops. About being careless with other people's equipment (in this case mine.) And far be it from me to squash a young man's ardor (9 years old) when he longs to get back to his story about the Silver Surfer and the Doom-something...
Great story, by the way.
He carefully stowed his thinning silver pouch of Capri Sun on the counter top, as directed.
Such a good boy!
And then....
Oh, then...........
In strolls McKenna.
(Remember how the dancer in red came onstage in Lord of the Dance??? Long hair swinging, her steps.... You know what I mean... the sweet girl in white didn't stand a chance!!!)
Now my little buddy here has had a thing for McKenna since oh, birth???? Nearly birth, I kid you not. Here they are at one of their mock weddings a few years ago:
Aren't they adorable? The correct response is: Yes. (that doesn't mean I won't kill them.)
But as any good romance author knows, the road to HEA is fraught with twists and turns, bumps in the road, conflict after conflict, and alas... the romance fizzled.
But then today, after Cole carefully stowed his Capri Sun on the counter, McKenna sidles up to him and asks him to open her Diet Sierra Mist for her.... Because the top is soooooo tight.
(I think it was a come on. Really. Truly. Most likely, right?)
And what does this big, strong nine-year-old boy do? He opens that bottle of soda with a firm twist of his wrist, macho to the max....
Over my new laptop.
Gurgle....gurgle... gurgle....
We sopped, mopped, blotted and slurped all we could get out of my beautiful BFF "HP"... now the rest is in the hands of God and Monroe Tech. I was able to grab current files out (after changing my password on this computer so that I could access my e-mails.... Wanna know my password now? It's much easier because I can only use the TOP TWO ROWS ON THE KEYBOARD....
Oy. How can Alex and Lisa make it to their HEA? How will Piper and Zach realize they're MFEO?
Stay tuned for the next installment of the Ruthy-saga, otherwise known as: How Many Kid Funerals Does It Take to Fill Fifty Acres of Farmland????
I'm thinkin' I've got plenty of room left!
