One Track Mind

The Mud Puddle’s last name begins with a G but he is a Hallowell through and through. From his aversion to button shirts, to his crazy Sherman hair, he is one big ball of the foibles that make up being Hallowell.

Another one of these delightful character quirks has reared its head.
The Mud Puddle has a one track mind.
Now, I have known some of the more insane Hallowell One Track Minds, the biggest being my brother. Whether it was a specific toy (I am remembering a three foot tall stuffed banana) or his first dog (Daisy) he would not rest, give up or stop bothering my mother when there was something he wanted (His poor fiancé now must bear that burden, I think he is still singularly focused on a dog. Old habits and such). The Mud Puddle is on the verge of giving E a run for his money on this one.

So Sunday night we get confirmation that my brother and his lovely bride-to-be have set a wedding date (YAY!!) and we of course will be attending. I had not mentioned to the Mud Puddle til we were a little further down the planning trail.

I told him he was going to E’s wedding and that he would have to wear a button shirt (see aversion above) and a tie and shiny shoes. Great. He though that sounded like a terrific plan. So about fifteen minutes later, he comes padding out of the bedroom where he was watching a movie.
“Can I go to the wetig?” he says.
“I’m sorry, what?” I reply.
“Can I go to the wetig?” he repeats. “I need to call Grammie-ah and ask her if I can go to the wetig.”
Say what???

After this went on for five minutes I got that he wanted to go to the WEDDING and needed to discuss it with my mom. (Speaking three year old is only slightly easier than speaking Latin).
So we called “Grammie-ah” and he asked her if he could go to the ‘wetig’, she said yes and I hoped (prayed is more like it) that this would be the end of the story. HA!

Sunday night after being in bed 20 minutes: “Can I go to the wetig?” (This during the crucial scene in Celebrity Fit Club when we find out why Jeff Conaway won’t be back. For the love of Kenickie!!! How long will the madness continue???)
Monday before daycare: “Can I go to the wetig?”
Monday after daycare: “Can I go to the wetig?”
Monday before bedtime story: “Can I go to the wetig?”
Tuesday before daycare: “Can I go to the wetig?” Finally I said look, the wedding is seven months off. Yes you can go. We all will go. It will be fun.
Tuesday before daycare follow-up question: “I can wear a button shirt for E and Aunt Amy?”
*SIGH* I am typing this pre-pick up on Tuesday. I swear if he asks me about the button shirt again, I am going to do… I don’t know what. Something. Unpleasant. Probably involving self-inflicted pain.