Redhead sent me a box of books Monday and in the bottom of the box was a frog half-mask. If I put it on just right, it covered my nose and my mouth lined up with the smile lines on the “cheeks.”
My younger sister and her daughter and grandaughter came yesterday, to take me with them to shop, and I put the mask on to open the door. My bad. The little Mugger got to the door first, turned and bolted to her mother. “SCARE ME! SCARE ME!”
When I took the mask off, she came to me, put her arms up and said, “Uppies, Nana*. Uppies.” She put her little arms around my neck and said, “Scare me, Nana.”
But she was my girl for the rest of the visit.
*Nana is what her gramma called me when she was first learning to talk. It’s been going for three generations, now.
Awww. You never know what’s going to upset a little child. Frank doesn’t like the trash truck, even when he’s upstairs and can only hear it.
The storm last night woke him up, and when I opened the closet door, he was standing up saying, “What is it? What’s happening?” I told him it was just some noise and lights, and he had “More milk now!” and then went back to sleep. Nothing to be afraid of when you have Edna Puffin and Panama Iguana.
Oh, when I was taking him up to bed last night, I asked, “Who are you going to find in bed?” and he said, “Jakey! Jakey in my bed wif my bankit! Meeeew!”