Mendolonium

A case of the flu and a flare-up of my RA combined in an evil plot tonight to send me straight to bed after work.  Despite feeling like Tonya Harding’s thugs had done a number on my back I still needed dinner.  Craving pizza (of which I was in no condition to make), Jeff volunteered to run to Trader Joes with Thomas to pick up frozen pizza (they actually have one without egg, or garlic, or pepper).  When they returned, the front door opened and Thomas bounded into our room, cradling a small object, chattering away about “Jack”.

I looked closer and saw that Thomas was holding a small sugar pie pumpkin he and Jeff had apparently christened “Jack”.  Thomas sat on the bed admiring Jack.  Jeff appeared with a sharpie to draw a face on Jack.  Thomas requested a happy face and a suprised face on Jack and Jeff obliged.  In the few hours Jack has been part of our family he has been tickled, kissed, patted, read bedtime stories, and asked to nurse (the request was denied).  When bedtime came, Thomas suggested that Jack sleep in the crib, however, fearing for Jack’s safety it was suggested that he sleep on the nightstand instead.  And there he sits, resting up for tomorrow’s adventures.

Thomas tends to have a rather obsessive personality and on the rare occasions he attaches to something, he attaches rather tenaciously.  Inevitably Jack will one day begin to grow soft and the attachment will have to end.  Perhaps we’ll then celebrate the friendship with some pumpkin muffins.  

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