She invited us to her birthday party at the park. I was lucky to be able to pull T-rex out of the house on his day off, but I was really looking forward to going. And the kids, Lilly, Dino, and Rae could use a little outside play time.
We show up late, which might be a good thing for me, as all the other people are busy and I don’t have that odd “Hi my name is Yellow” stage to deal with. Still some odd parts, it’s always hard when T-rex sees an ex-client. The exchange is the same “You staying out of trouble?” T-Rex tries so hard to be friendly, but the client will almost always mumble something then find a reason to go. We are the party killers.
Diane has a 4 year old son. He is cute, outgoing, Dinos age and just right for her. She found him before the car is even turned off, and quickly the two become great friends. This is all fine and well. I want her to have friends.
I am afraid we are passing on our party killing skills. Within 10 minutes Dino is teaching Dian's 4 year old the proper way to shoot someone (with an old paper towel roll), and crime scene investigation. I am in shock! Horrified! My child is holding the “gun” in her left hand! How is she going to learn to shoot the right way if she is holding it in the wrong hand?!
It wasn’t until later when Diane asks what the kids are up to that I realize something might not be right other than the fact my poor child does not know how to hold a gun the right way. Normal kids don’t play like they are shooting each other. And although Dino is too young to shoot a gun, or even know how to hold one the right way, she does know a lot about them. Maybe she knows too much.
Diane is great; she says it might be a good skill to learn how to shoot. She smiles at me and makes me feel at home again. This is a hard thing for some people to do. I am happy I have friends in my life who support my husband as much as I do.
Happy Birthday Diane. Hope you have a great year!
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AWW...diane thinks your whole family is pretty amazing...:)
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