There are occasional periods (which I will call LIFE IS FUN MOMENTS [LIFM]) where something happens that just literally makes your mother and I both roll around on the floor laughing / get an impromptu ab workout / start crying without a fight. I like documenting these moments because they are like fleeting dreams one tends to not even remember…and even if one does happen to recall it the next morning, it’s still quite likely to be forgotten soon after. These are the memories I love looking back on because after an LIFM, your mother and I will just keep replaying that LIFM for the next few days, which just means rounds and rounds of raucous laughter coming from our flat.
The most recent LIFM was a series of small episodes during the time my parents were in town visiting.
All my parents were trying to do was tell us which restaurant they ate at in Chinatown. What ended up happening was my dad (because “[he’s] an engineer”) constructing a model of Gerrard Street out of Chinese takeout box lids and somehow my parents still disagreeing where the landmarks were or what the takeout box lids even represented.
A friend unexpectedly showed up with her dog while your mother was home alone with Kili who was sleeping. Kili woke up and your mother dutifully took Kili downstairs to go peepee. On her way out the door, our friend’s dog ran up our stairs with our friend chasing after her to bring her back down. Fast forward six hours, my dad has already gone upstairs and back down after a shower. My mom subsequently goes upstairs and immediately back down, whispering for my dad to come over. It turns out our friend’s dog took a shit right at the doorway of the guest room where my parents were sleeping, but my mom was asking my dad whether it was him who had the accident…
Two things here, and I’m not really sure which one is more ridiculous: that my dad could walk in and out of the bedroom without seeing or smelling the pile of shit or my mom legitimately asking my dad whether he just couldn’t hold his bowels after eating Indian food. But, I will say laughing hysterically makes cleaning up crap much easier, even if it did involve using a toothbrush to scrub the poop in inaccessible places (because someone even managed to shut the door, taking the top off the pile of shit and smearing it all over the underside of the door!).
Unfortunately, I was too busy cleaning and laughing to take a picture – would’ve been a good one.
There was something else here from earlier this week, but I didn’t write it down and now I’ve forgotten it. Damn.
I wonder whether your mother and I will be like this in a few decades’ time. It’s entirely possible. I think we’ve laid the foundation with some crazy-stupid arguments. Your mother is notoriously bad with maps and directions. I can be pretty oblivious to things. We still have a long way to go though.