With A Corncob Pipe and A Button Nose, and Two Eyes Made Out Of Lead
December 10, 2007 SugarSpawn
About 6 months ago, I dragged both kids to Build-A-Bear because Dylan had a Build-A-Bear and Thomas didn’t and I like things nice and even between them and won’t it be funny when Thomas is 10 and a half and I buy him a car that will have to sit in the driveway for 5 and a half years because Dylan will be 16 and have his own car and Jeebus I just realized we need a bigger driveway? Yes yes yes, I am also socking away money for therapy for the boys.
(Would you like some Imodium for that run-on sentence Karen? Why yes please!)
ANYWAY, it was around the time I went off to visit the Queen and her Royal Awesomeness of a Family and got to meet the loveliest of children, Jackson (Jack) and Hala. While they stole my heart, sadly I had to come back to my own spawn and talk about how children with voices like candy existed as mine sat, mouths agape with wonder over the perfect children (Erin’s laughing) that live in a place that NEVER. GETS. SNOW.
In sharing the pictures of my trip with the boys, Thomas became completely enamoured with the name Jackson and thus, Build-A-Bear did not have to be called anything lame. Jackson was born, here in Ontario, with fresh stuffing and an extra special ripoff heart that sent money to children’s charities in countries where similar *cough* lead *cough* teddy bears come from.
Fast forward to this past Friday, when I brought home a Christmas decoration to fill up a sad, pathetic, empty space in our living room. He stands taller than Thomas, alongside a Christmas tree which we dressed with mini lights. He wears a brown leather coat and holds a pair of skis in his paws. He has a smile only a snowdrift could love.
And Thomas? Named him Jackson.
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