Today Daddy and Coco were at the playground at school and it was time to go. Daddy suggested doing something fun and asked if Coco like being happy or sad better. She said she liked both. Larry said “Really. You like being sad?”
“Yes,” she said, “because when I’m sad I cry and I get to taste my tears and they are salty and delicious.”
Then she said she like to be happy like when it’s spring and warm and she feels happy all over.
Reading the paper on Sunday is one of Layr’s most treasured events. There he sat this morning with a New York Times article folded in front of him. Coco was on one side, me on the other. Each time he bent his head down to read, he heard a chorus of……
“Daddy?”
“Larry?”
“Daddy?
“Larry?”
[Layr's response to this anecdote was, "yes, that is my life."]
There has long been discussion about my “slash and burn” method of cooking in my family (original not married). This description was coined by my mother. This morning, after turning off the smoke alarms, Layr said to me, “can I get you some matches and a log? You can have all the smells of cooking without ruining the food.”
This on the 10th anniversary of our first date.
Later in the morning, Layr snuck up on me while I was drying my hair in the bathroom. I was under the impression he was down in the basement because he had disappeared for a bit. Not realizing he was upstairs, I asked Coco to go find him. As Coco walked down the stairs, Layr came to the doorway and shouted “AAAHHHHH!” I screamed like I was starring in Friday the 13th. I then dropped my hairdryer, chased him into Coco’s room and hit him with my brush (on the sole of his shoe). He laughed so hard, he coughed uncontrolably.
