Dawn Is Me

(Three months smoke free! Yay, me!)

So, I was thinking about Ricky recently and I was thinking that I should get a tee shirt made for him with that famous and appropriate quotation from Linus van Pelt:

So far, he does not appear to have been seriously traumatized, no matter what they do to him.

I’m reminded of a recent incident when Ricky was coming into the house only to be intercepted by Kimmie and Gina.

Kimmie eyed him closely. “You’re taller,” she said severely.

Gina: “He is?”

Kimmie: “Here, see, look.” [turns him to face her and plants his face between her boobs] “See, he’s getting too tall to lift and separate.”

Gina: “Let me see.” [turns him to face her and plants his face between her boobs] “Oh, hey, you’re right.”

Parenthetically, it has always been interesting to me how siblings have such a freewheeling tactile intimacy; they can touch each other in ways that nobody else on the planet can.

That said, if the boy doesn’t grow up to be a serial killer, it won’t be his sisters that society has to thank for it.

Occasionally, though, they decide to be nice to him.

Last weekend, Ricky had a baseball game. It was a good game for him; he actually hit the ball. In fact, he batted in two runs with that hit and, by the time he got home, he was beside himself with pride in his accomplishment.

Kimmie told me a couple of days later that she had been tempted to take the wind out of his sails with a vengeance. “I was gonna say something like, ‘yeah, enjoy it, you’ll never be able to do it again’ but I decided I didn’t feel like ruining his life that day,” is what she told me.

So she’s … what … saving ruining his life for some other time when she’s more in the mood for it?

Poor Ricky.

He may yet have a future as a serial killer ahead of him …