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Thursday, September 17, 2009 He called to me, loudly. I was standing in my room in a towel, dripping and flipping through every piece of clothing in my closet, rushing around to get myself dressed and the kid dressed and get organized and out the door in the next five to ten.
The "MOMMY! MOMMY!" interrupted all that and I pat-pat-patted down the hall and to the living room. I looked around and didn't see him. There was no boy in sight to match the voice that called again, "MOMMY! MOMMY!"
"Baby, I'm in a hurry!" I called back, peeking around toward his regular hiding places.
"MOMMY! MOMMY!" he called a third time.
"E! Come on --"
But before I could get the sentence out that would fully relay how impatient I was, a flash of gold, followed by a bit of black velvet, followed by wide brown eyes, followed by a huge grin rose up from the end of the couch.
The voice was silent and in its place, a pirate peeked out at me.
A pirate who was very proud of the get-up he put together. A pirate who had finished his waffles and milk and needed me to see he was all ready for preschool.
The irritation and hurriedness evaporated. There was nothing left to do but laugh, kiss his bubbled up cheeks and tell him he looked phenomenal.
We managed to get to school early that day, Lil E wearing fewer accessories than he had been while perched behind the couch. I actually was dressed, which was also different than when I was standing on the other side the couch from me hearty.
He called, "MOMMY! MOMMY!" one more time as he leaped from the car. This time, he was only brandishing an imaginary sword that pierced my giant purse. We were there ahead of schedule and I'd escaped the plank-walking. This time.
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