I told Charles this morning that he had violin lessons in the afternoon and he broke down in tears and denial. I had to call Mom to confirm it for him, but he still remained in denial. He sent himself to his room and cried for 20 minutes or so. He managed to cheer all the way to glum by the time we actually left for lessons. As soon as it was his turn, he cried out in pain and told his violin teacher that his arm hurt, but (brave boy that he is) he could get through and still play his violin.
Charles wasn’t so brave yesterday, as I tried to round up the crew to take Corwin to soccer practice. He had misplaced Timmy, the dolphin, and was in a total frenzy of emotional disturbance until I located Timmy (on the main counter in the kitchen, not exactly hidden). But Timmy found, we could depart the house, although Alice was concerned because she couldn’t make Charles laugh on the way over. I tried explaining that Charles was post Timmy trauma, but Alice pointed out “But Charles has TImmy!”. I suppose those with emotions with as little latency as Alice’s don’t grasp the concept of recovery time.
I think Timmy’s lucky. Charles abandoned him for a couple of days and went back to Sharky because Timmy got some spots, presumably from our emission plagued cat. But that’s forgotten or worn off now.
Timmy and Charles