My Buddy

What a busy day we had yesterday, Ethan. I know you don't remember, but your mom truly did say good-bye, and kiss your sweet face before she left. You were so sleepy, you rolled over in bed, never opening your eyes.

I'm sorry grandpa didn't wait a day so you could shovel snow with him. I don't think you minded too much, or is that why you worked so hard to throw snow back onto the driveway?

I really appreciated your help with peeling potatoes and putting a pot roast into the crockpot. I wish I could get you to understand that once we put the food into the slow cooker, it does not need to be stirred constantly. Nor does it need additional seasoning-once is sufficient. And if you want to eat dinner at a reasonable hour, turning the pot off and on randomly does not make it happen quicker. I'm sorry that while you weren't looking, I hid the crockpot in another room so it could cook alone. It does its best work that way.

Thank-you for setting the table. You expected a crowd and insisted on putting 12 plates out.

Did I mention how thoughtful you are? Kleenex for napkins are much softer for wiping your hands and face.



Thank-you for sharing your shower with me. Usually I'm not fully dressed when I bathe, but what's a little water between you and me? Or a lot of water?

I was sure you were tired. I let you watch television and have a snack in bed. Your grandma never would have let your mom do this. Your angelic face was so very sweet when you finally closed your eyes at 10 minutes of twelve. I smiled very contentedly.

This morning, I thought I'd be one step ahead of you and jump in the shower before you awakened. Since you didn't go to bed until nearly midnight, I knew you'd sleep later. Besides, if you did get out of bed, surely grandpa could keep you out of trouble play with you for a few minutes.

Imagine my surprise when your grandpa poked his head in the door and said you could use some help. As I walked downstairs I detected an odor. Boy was I glad you were wearing a pull up diaper. But it seemed like something more was going on as I noticed some spots on the carpet near your dog. Apparently, she must need to go too, as it looked like brown spots on the ground. Quickly I took Dazy outside, before I cleaned you up and got you dressed.

Back downstairs, the offensive smell lingered. Once again I saw how helpful you try to be. Your dog must have left a very generous pile on the carpet. I'm so glad you thought to use a roll of paper towels to pick it up. Plopping it on top of the stove was not the best place to dispose of it. But thanks.