My campaign to corrupt the innocents continues apace.
Several months ago, somebody was asking Harrison about me. I forget what question was asked, but I remember his response: “I believe most of the words that he says.” And that pretty much sums up our relationship. Mostly I’m a good influence on the boy, but occasionally I’m a rascal, and he knows it.
I was talking with Jenn recently. “You know how we have those superhero popsicles?” she said. The kids are really into these popsicles packaged in Marvel superhero wrappers: Spiderman, Hulk, Captain America. “Well, Harrison asked me today whether Spiderman is a part of Justice League.”
“What did you tell him?” I asked.
“I told him he wasn’t, but I wasn’t really sure.”
“You’re right,” I said, proud that even Jenn is beginning to absorb superhero knowledge.
“You know, you could just have Hank call me with any of his superhero questions,” I added. “I’d be happy to answer them.”
After several days of preparation, our house is officially on the market. We had three families tour it yesterday. The last family could only make it at 8 p.m., so we called Jenn and invited ourselves over for dinner.
When we arrived, Emma was playing with horses. Multi-colored horses. With manes as long as Barbie’s hair.
“Emma,” I said. “Barbie is one thing, but now you’re sinking even lower.”
“Play with me, J.D.,” she said.
I sighed. “You know what, Scout? I’m not a big fan of horses and ponies. I don’t really want to play with them. Maybe later. Or maybe Kris will play with you.” I went outside to help Jeremy grill the steaks.
“Ugh,” I said after examining all the ponies. “I’d rather clean dishes.” So, I got up and went to help in the kitchen.
Emma followed me. “J.D., come play with the ponies,” she said.
“Emma, how do I feel about the ponies?” I asked.
“You like them,” she said.
And at this point, Jenn chimed in, the voice of reason: “Oh J.D. — step out of your comfort zone and go play with the ponies.”
What I did instead was go to the den to write down this conversation for today’s weblog entry.
“Come see the ponies’ castle,” Emma told me.
I went to see the ponies’ castle. It was a molded piece of pink plastic (actually several molded pieces of pink plastic) with mirrors and steps and frilly things all around.
“Look,” said Harrison. He likes playing with the My Little Pony collection, too. “When the ponies step on the castle, music plays.” And lights flash.
“That’s not a castle,” I said. “It’s a barn.”
“No,” said Emma. “It’s a castle.”
“It’s a barn,” I said. “Have you ever heard of a horse who lived a castle? Horses live in barns. That’s a pink barn.”
The kids argued with me about this for several minutes. Finally I agreed that maybe it could be a castle if the king or queen of the horses lived there.
“Ponies don’t have kings or queens,” said Harrison. And who was I to argue?
For dessert, the kids had superhero popsicles again. Emma chose a Captain America popsicle (red, white, and blue). Harrison chose a Hulk popsicle (green, purple, and grey (well, black)).
Hank I goofed around while he ate his popsicle. Because he couldn’t defend himself — he had to use both hands to eat — I covered his eyes and made him walk ahead of me, blind.
“Which superhero is blind?” I asked.
“I can’t remember,” he said.
“Daredevil. Daredevil is blind.”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “That’s what I thought.” Hank considered this for a few moments. “What are Daredevil’s powers?” he asked.
“Well, he can’t see, right? So all of his other senses are extra-powerful. He can hear things, even quiet things. He can smell things. He’s got super-sensitive touch. Plus he has a sort of radar, like a bat.”
“Oh,” said Harrison. Then he said, “Does he climb walls? Like Spiderman?”
“Not really,” I said. “No. You know how spiders and flies can climb on walls? That’s how Spiderman does it. He can climb a wall just like a spider. Daredevil isn’t like a spider. He’s very strong, and could climb a building if there were things to hold onto, though.”
Harrison thought about this as he finished his popsicle. “Well, maybe he could grab onto the walls with his hands” — and here he formed his hands into claws of strength — “he could grab onto the wall and crush it when he grabs it. He could even smash buildings!”
“The Hulk climbs walls like that,” I said. “But not Daredevil. Daredevil isn’t that strong.”
He thought some more. “Well, maybe he could have magnets in his hands and use them to climb the walls.”
“That’s a good idea,” I said. “He doesn’t do that, though. I don’t know of any superhero with magnets in his hands. Maybe you can make your own superhero.”
After the kids had gone to bed, we stayed to watch Love Actually. We just saw the film two weeks ago, and though it’s fluffy pap, it’s high-quality fluffy pap. Kris and I both like it, and were willing to rewatch it. I liked it just as much as I had the first time.
During the movie, our realtor called to let us know the eight o’clock family really liked the house. “They’ll be faxing over an offer tonight,” she said. Wow! That was quick! We still don’t know the details of the offer, but we’re meeting Mary at one today. We have until three to make our decision.
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