Post Script

So I figured I would take this week to follow up on some earlier posts (and I am so focused on other things: snow removal, term paper, the Mud Puddle learning to write, the Mud Puddle learning to get along with the dogs) that I am hard pressed to come up with a new topic. And really, why expend valuable brain power on creativity when you can just recycle old ideas? This is also a good chance to ‘test’ your Mud Puddle knowledge and see if you have been paying attention.

Right.
So as you may recall (feel free to look back in the Archive if you don’t remember) I mentioned that the Mud Puddle had lost his winter jacket. At the time he lost it we were going through an unseasonable balmy stretch (which seems like a hundred years ago post blizzard and current 18 degrees) when the jacket went missing.

Well, we found it. And as I suspected it was in one of the three places I had mentioned: home, school, the bookstore. It was at the bookstore. The people that work there must think me a right freak. I bombard them with requests for trashy British magazines, bring my spaztastic kid in every week for a cookie and a ride in their elevator (we have to go up in the elevator but down the stairs – I just go with it), and then leave his coat behind.

And I don’t check the Lost and Found right away. I figured there was NO WAY we could have left it at the bookstore. But on a whim I asked and they checked and there it was. With the mittens still dangling from the sleeves. Near as I can figure, he had taken it off (he likes to get comfortable at the bookstore – he removes all outerwear and hands it to me along with Ellie or whatever stuffed friend he is carrying) and left it on a chair in the café. Or I left it on the chair I guess. It was nice enough out that I didn’t notice he didn’t have it and away we went.

I mentioned last week that the Mud Puddle walks around singing lately. As I was typing up the blog I was hard pressed to remember how the songs go so I have been paying attention this week. Here are a few more:

“Momma’s in the kitchen with Dina. Momma’s in the kitchen EE I O.”

“It’s the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Come inside. Come inside.”

And he calls “SexyBack” the Gammy song. Apparently there is a word or phrase that sounds like Gammy to him so he asks for it by his name. It took me a week to figure out what the heck he was talking about.

He also loves Rush (being a huge Rush fan this warms the cockles of my heart to no end) and asks to hear them often and just refers to them as “that band”. Good enough for me.