Mom is working at home this morning, while Dad takes care of Charles who has fallen asleep, trapping Dad. Fortunately Dad has his toy so you readers are not deprived of your dose of Die Biden Buben. But for now I’d like to write about Mom. She ordered a new table for the dining room and it arrived this morning. She had to deal with it because I was busy cleaning up after a Charles art experience. Charles went to help Mom. I tried to move him out of the way after I finished cleaning but Charles wasn’t pleased with that because there was a truck outside. Fortunately Charles was OK with walking out to the truck to look at it, freeing Mom and the delivery driver to handle the table.
After the truck left, which Charles watched raptly until it was out of sight, I went in to find Mom with the table top on our old table. I commented that we didn’t need to get the table set up immediately. She claimed that she was just “measuring it to see how it will work out”. I wasn’t fooled. Her slight slip of the tongue, “it’s a new toy” provided the clue I needed to see through her little deception.
After a bit, Charles had a face planting accident which bloodied his lip a bit. He and Dad got snuggly to make him feel better and he crashed out. For Mom, who had been a bit twitchy while working on her laptop, this was too much. She was up and fiddling with the table a few minutes after Charles went down. As I type this, holding a snoring Charles, Mom is busy with a mad light in her eyes, fastening down the base of the table. What we’ll do with the current table, for which the main problem is that it is too big, I don’t know. But I’m sure Mom does.