Monday, August 23, 2004

After the red heart fiasco we all sat down and had a family crafts night. Monsa hands total knowledge of girls and "I LUV U" stuff was from books. With that in mind we sat down and made stuff, and talked. Pulling the box of supplies out we made, cut, pasted, and laced the edges of dozens of little hearts and cards. While we assisted, he did do most of the work himself. I learned he had a flare for this.

I noticed my wife held onto the red silk hearts with a little longing before pasting them, but she held up and we had a good time.

Several things were discovered. The first is that fur, paste, and glue do not go together. The solution to this problem was to wet the fur on his pads down.

Second is that we now know why he says it is a girl. I had only a short look and all I saw was a waving blue monsa, but he saw much more. He says she had a green eye, and the true clincher on why she was a girl was the fact that she had a small green bow in her hair. "The same color as her eye, and only girls wear bows." He said this with a glitter of love in his own eye. We talked about girls with him, but we are limited in one thing. We have no idea how baby monsas are made outside of what Doc. Wilson told us that first night so the entire love aspect of monsa hands is beyond us.

So that night we talked a lot about girls, dating, being nice to each other, and what love means. It was surreal to be having this talk to a 5 inch high, furry, four limbed monsa hand with one eye, but as the ones raising him it had to be done. He took the talk ok, but seems bemused at a few details. So that night Monsa hand went to bed with a large pile of homemade hearts, cards, a frilly pretty things for the little green eyed monsa girl he now is in love with. He told me, before he scurried off to his nest, that he knows she likes him because "she smiled really big, and it feels right".
Ah! To be young, dumb, and in love.

Comments:
"Young, dumb, and in love." -- ah the days. if i could just revisit them, and bring a large sledge hammer...
 
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