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Drive and Ye Shall Receive

F: What’s a stool sample?

At four months, Cinder is now as tall as Boston and Quincy, although…

…they still have the pounds on him. Not for long. He is slated to add about 10 per month, edging toward full weight (of 90 to 100 pounds) at 9 or 10 months old. That rapid growth makes the months between then and two years, when the chewing and puppy energy start to subside, challenging.

D: A stool sample is some poop.
C: What!? Some poop? Why does the vet need some of Cinder’s poop?
D: He has to look at it. One of the best ways to see if a puppy is healthy is to look at its poop.
C: Eeeeeew.
F: That’s kind of gross. (Pause.) But, I could help you get a er, uh, eh stool sample, Daddy!
D: Thanks, Fisher, but I’ll take care of that.
C: Do all vets have to look at dogs’ poop?
D: Yes.

Daddy takes the kids to school, one of them considering veterinarian as a future profession, the other ruling it out. Back at home, Daddy puts Cinder in the back seat for his second car ride (and first without a cage).

D (out loud, to himself, in the car halfway to the vet): Dang it, Cinder! We forgot. We needed a stool sample.

Cinder just shakes. Well, he appears to just shake. At weigh-in, Cinder comes in between 38 and 39 pounds. He just might have hit the four-months 40-pound mark had he not conveniently deposited the not-so-little present in the backseat.

Drive and ye shall receive.

Pink Ribbit

On the walk to school after a harried morning, Daddy has a talk with the twins about the a.m. routine.

D: So, guys, we need to come up with a signal, a sign, something different than “pink hippo,” that means, the playing’s done, it’s time to get dressed, brush your hair and teeth, and get to school. All of this fuss and muss and sturm and drang and Papa or Daddy saying, “Brush your teeth. Brush your teeth. Did you brush your teeth? Please brush your teeth” over and over has got to stop.
F: Okay, Daddy.
D: Because at some point it gets boring to have the same struggle every morning. It just doesn’t matter. You are going to go to school. You have never won this particular battle. You are never going to win it. You are going to school every week day. It’s going to happen. All that changes is HOW it happens. It’s either fun. Or it’s a struggle. And generally, it’s your choice what you want it to be.
C: Okay, Daddy.
F: I don’t like week days as much as weekends.
D: Noted, Fisher, noted. But, on week days, it’s time for school. You have to go every day. So, we need a word that we can say, a signal that means, okay, troops, the dillying and the dallying is over. It’s time for lickety-splickety. What do you think it could be?
C: “Pink frog”?
D: I like it. It has to be something that like that, something we wouldn’t otherwise normally say.
F: How about “pink ribbit”?
D: I like that, too. Cory, do you like “pink ribbit”?
C: Uh huh.
D: Okay, let’s try it tomorrow. Are you guys, game?
F/C: Uh huh.
D: It isn’t going to work if you guys aren’t game, okay?
F/C: Okay.

The morning that “pink ribbit” is debuted, the kids make it, for the first time in a long time with Daddy, to school to be first in line when the “line up” buzzer sounds.

Daddy snaps her picture before bending over to kiss her good-bye and whisper “pink ribbit” in her ear. She beams.

It won’t last, of course, but you gotta try something.

Reviewing Passports

Top o’ the morning to ya…

Open House at the twins’ school is held midway through their month-long “Trip Around the World.” Each day for the past week and almost to the end of school in a couple more they “visit” a different foreign country. This year’s is also held the night before Ireland decides whether to become the first country in the world to extend marriage rights to gay couples by popular vote.

Each twin walks Daddy through their “passports,” stamps and all, and the “souvenirs” they’ve collected.

C: I got this from Russia.
F: That’s just a fake stamp from Russia, though. We can’t really go there. They don’t like Daddy and Papa at Russia, right, Daddy?
D: In Russia. That’s true, Fisher. We would never go to Russia for real.
C (moving on): And I got this from France. I don’t really know what it is.
F: What country is better to visit, Daddy?
D: Well, Ireland might be a really great country to visit. Remember, they are deciding tomorrow whether to let people like Daddy and Papa marry. Are you guys visiting Ireland?
F: Oh, yah!
D: If they say “yes,” then Ireland would be a much better choice to visit than Russia. Well, it already is, but it would be even better.
F: When we go to a country for real, not just in a classroom, let’s go to Ireland and not to Russia.
C (holding up the flag): And I got this flag from Brazil.
D: Like that flag, Cory! Good idea, Fisher.
F: Do they have ice cream at Ireland?
D: In Ireland. Yes, they do, Fisher Bug.
C (finally distracted from her souvenirs): Daddy, can we get ice cream after Open House?

…here’s commending the rest of the day to you, Irish YES voters.

A Pinch, a Squirt, and a Taco

The plans for Papa’s birthday today would have whisked him back to a relaxed, even improved, Mexico, complete with golf, spa treatments, ocean spray, delicious food to eat (that he hasn’t cooked), hours in a pool, and a soothing sunset.

Unfortunately, work has intervened, and all those plans have had to be cancelled.

Plan B: a pinch on the back from Cory, a squirt gun to the face from Fisher, Daddy’ll throw together a taco, and imagination’ll supply the rest.