I had a softball game on Monday night, I stayed late to grade on Tuesday night. I had a dentist appointment Wednesday afternoon followed by more grading Thursday afternoon. I stopped by CORP on Friday afternoon before heading home. I haven’t spent much time with the girls this week.
I phoned Lynnette on the way home from CORP in order to ask if she wanted me to pick anything up for dinner on the way home. She said she had a craving for Dong Yang. I got excited for a second, then processed her entire statement and realized she was talking about Korean food. Sad.
It was a long week and after I filled my belly with meat jun, my eyelids got really heavy and all I could think about was my bed.
Aside: Madison’s critiques of eateries is getting more sophisticated. Last night at Dong Yang, she immediately stated her preference to not eat there, I assume because of the lack of ambiance. Two weeks ago we hit up the Waipahu Arby’s drive through. I pulled up to the speaker. Everything was fine until I tried to order a drink. “Can I get a medium sprunch?” I said. “A what?” “A sprunch, fruit punch and Sprite.” “We don’t have Sprite.” “Fine, fruit punch and Sierra Mist.” “Oh, like a sprunch?” “Yes.” So we get to the window and they hand me the bag of food and the guy says “Thank you!” “The drinks?” I ask. “Oh!” he says. He passes me Lynnette’s Diet Coke and walks away from the window. A few moments pass before I yell through the opening “Can I get the sprunch?” A girl walks over and makes the drink. She hands it to me and I pull away from the window. I took a sip; it was straight fruit punch. “This isn’t a sprunch!” I shouted. I was pissed because everything took so long. I was on the verge of an expletive-laden tirade when the little voice in the back seat said. “Uhh, I don’t think she was that smart.” I was rolling.
Last night Lynnette started gushing about how looking at Madison was like looking at a mini-human. I said that two years ago, but apparently, Lynnette didn’t hear me or didn’t listen. Either way. I assume what she’s talking about is how long Madison looks when she’s laid out in bed. She’s growing physically, but I have to be honest, I’m having more fun with the mental development. She got watch with her Taco Bell kids’ meal this afternoon and I set it for her. I affixed it to her wrist and asked her what time it was. “It’s 1:13!” she squealed. She couldn’t do that a few months ago. Less than ten second later, she looked back at the watch and said “It’s still 1:13!” So maybe she’s not learning too fast.
Half-way through her lunch, she leaned back in her chair and hit this cross-legged pose. She frequently checked her watch as she casually finished her tortilla and cheese dinner. I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that she flashes so many adult actions since she’s surrounded Lynnette so much. Obviously, I don’t count myself as a member of the adult demographic. Sometimes she does that thing where she reverts to her caricature of a baby when she wants attention. Sometimes she gets clingy when she wants something, but for the most part, she’s eloquent and thoughtful.
Last night I read a story from her Cars storybook. I can do a passable impression of Fillmore, the VW van (just start every sentence with “Hey, man,” and try to sound super-stoned). As I was reading the story, I tried to do a Chick Hicks voice. “Do the voices!” Lynnette shouted. “Yeah, yeah!” Madison added. I didn’t really want to, but Mad really wanted it. I did Sally in Lynnette’s voice. It’s the same voice that every guy uses when they imitate their girlfriend/wife. I tried to do Owen Wilson’s slow drawl, but I couldn’t really pull that off. Not that Madison cared. I could see the gears behind Mad’s eyes move as I read the story. She smiled at funny points and got excited as the race wore on. One day soon, she’s going to read me bedtime stories.