Friday Tales

On Monday I got a delightful email from Aunt Debbie and Goma requesting a field trip with Heath some morning this week. They wanted to take him downtown on the lightrail and have some lunch. I happily said yes, and we agreed on Friday morning. It was a special day, indeed.

According to Heath they took the train downtown, went to a bookstore, met his friend Sam, went to Target, got a toy (but not Charlie Checker, because they were out of Charlie Checker), went to eat lunch at Chick-Fil-A, where a girl told him he had to have his shoes on. And a great time was had by all.

I know from Aunt Debbie and Goma that quite a bit of that is true. They did take the train. He did get a toy (Trunk Fresh Pit Crew). He ate at Chick-Fil-A. But I'm not sure about the girl and the shoes, or meeting Sam at the bookstore. His friend Sam happens to be in another country at the moment, so unless Sam and Heath are even savvier than I realized, and planned a clandestine (and lengthy and costly) trip from England to a downtown bookstore, I'm thinking there may be something different (i.e. made up) about that part of his morning adventure with his Aunt and Goma.

It was also a special morning for me and Stella. Although she seemed initially troubled by not going with the ladies and Heath, she quickly recovered and gladly hopped into the single jogger for a run. She wanted out in the usual spot where she and Heath run the rest of the way home. But she didn't run. We leisurely meandered our way down the sidewalk, and she stopped and talked about everything she saw. Her vocabulary continues to grow, repeating everything she hears. She's even started stringing words together. A car drove by with a dog hanging out of the window.

I said, Look! What's that puppy doing?

She said, Yook! Wha' da pup-pup nooning?

Of course, we're still working on clarity, so sometimes she needs a translater. This morning, just before Debbie and Goma picked Heath up, there was a bit of a toy tussle. Heath reached out and gave Stella a little shove. I said, Heath, don't push Stella.

Stella looked at Heath and said, Hee! Don' push!

Heath looked from Stella over to me, wide-eyed. No translation necessary.