| May 09, 2006 |
| A nose in hand |
You know you've made it into the mind of a two-year-old when he's always coming and "getting" your nose. The good thing is the nose is always returned. What happens when the nose you have belongs to someone 2 hours away? How are you going to keep up with it? How does the person with the missing nose feel? How do we unite nose and owner? How much tea is in a gallon? How often do I loose my thoughts? How did I get off track? Is the nose wet or dry? Does it hurt when your nose is gone? Why are kids excited about having someone else's nose? If you sneeze without a nose, what happens? Are you ready for the story? Are you ready for me just to shut up? Are you just ready? Okay. Here goes. It's a story to tame the senses. It's a story to enchant your mind. It's a story so cute you'll say "That's my boy!" It's a story that makes better sense than this here paragraph.
"Gavin and the Nose in the Pocket"
Gavin has a nose in his pocket. THE END
Ok, ok, ok. I'll be serious, half-way. I've all ready slipped the main part of the story. It involves Gavin and a nose in his pocket.
It was a dark and stormy night somewhere in the world, but not this night. In fact, it's not yet night. It was the time between afternoon, evening, and night. Whatever the fancy name to that is has slipped my mind. Come to think of it, it was night. Heather and Gavin got home from Texarkana late Monday night after Heather's grandma's funeral. I think I was putting Gavin down for bed, and Heather hadn't quite left the room, yet. Gavin was collecting noses and setting them on my let. He got mine, mommies, and his. A fourth nose came out of the air and landed on my leg. We asked him whose nose was that. Was it grandad? Grammie? Uncle Patrick? He kept shaking his head no. He then started to make a sh sound. I was confused. I had not a clue on whose nose I had on my leg. The great mind of Heather went into action. Is it Shadow's nose? Heather the Detective nailed it on the nose. (no pun intended) Somehow he ended up with Shadow's nose, and he was so proud of himself.
Who is Shadow? Shadow is Gavin's best friend in Texarkana. Shadow is Grandad and Grammie's dog. Those two general love each other. Gavin loves it. He actually has a dog his size and calm enough that he can play with.
Everyone got their nose back except for Shadow. Not wanting to lose the nose, we placed Shadow's nose on Gavin's tool bench. That made Gavin happy and we went to bed. Heather and I thought that was cute, but didn't think any more of it. Gavin does not forget things easily.
All last week Gavin would want to look for Shadow's nose. It ended up being carried in his pockets every day last week. If we took his shorts off without getting Shadow's nose out, we had a melt down. Gavin would go to the shorts and pull the nose out of the pocket. He wanted to sleep with it. We told him he could hurt Shadow's nose. To keep it safe, we placed in different places in his room. I think he's still holding on to that nose.
This weekend we'll be heading back to Texarkana. I'm sure that nose will be in his pocket or in his bag. I bet Shadow be glad to get his nose back. |
posted by Dare @ 6:26 AM  |
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| 5 Comments: |
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You definitely had mud in your brain this morning. That story just proved it. Besides you had gone to the store, Gavin was crying because he knew you had gone when the noses were found. I was rocking Gavin. First he picked up his nose and placed it on his face. Then he got my nose and gave it to me. Next he found daddy's nose. Since daddy wasn't there we had to hold onto it for him. Next he pulled up another nose this time Shadow's. When you got back from the store, he gave you your nose which had been safely held in his fist. That night Shadow's nose slept with him. It was the next night that we put it on the tool bench. It was so cute watching him open his hands to look at the noses. He would get so mad if I mixed up which nose was daddy's and which was Gavin's.
And now the story is straight.
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Leave it to me to mess the story up. It's always better to write after I've had some coke. This morning no coke was around. You see, I wasn't really there to tell the story. I was going off of what Heather the hecker told me. Sorry... her version is better.
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So I am a hecker now? I thought I was a heckler!
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#@$!. YOu know I can't spell.
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LOL! I think the comment section is just as entertaining as the story itself.
Anyway...I'd keep the nose away from other dogs, you know what they do with their noses.
Laters
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You definitely had mud in your brain this morning. That story just proved it. Besides you had gone to the store, Gavin was crying because he knew you had gone when the noses were found. I was rocking Gavin. First he picked up his nose and placed it on his face. Then he got my nose and gave it to me. Next he found daddy's nose. Since daddy wasn't there we had to hold onto it for him. Next he pulled up another nose this time Shadow's. When you got back from the store, he gave you your nose which had been safely held in his fist. That night Shadow's nose slept with him. It was the next night that we put it on the tool bench. It was so cute watching him open his hands to look at the noses. He would get so mad if I mixed up which nose was daddy's and which was Gavin's.
And now the story is straight.