Monday, August 23, 2004
My wife and I were returning from dinner. We needed a night out on the town and I will admit we really enjoyed ourselves. Now Monsa hand said he wanted to stay home, this is strange because he never turns down a chance to go out and see new things. I almost was a little paranoid when he said he wanted to stay because Italian restaurants are his favorite. But no. He stayed and we went off. Stupid stupid stupid.
Getting home my wife and I walked into the kitchen. Monsa hand was calmly writing on small red hearts. He had a whole pile of them. I picked some up and smiled when I read what he had written on them. I LUV U. Over and over on the many 2 inch size hearts.
"Are you making these for the girl monsa hand we saw?" I had a big grin on my face.
"Yes. Girls like hearts and things like this. I read it in books. I want her to know I love her" His one eye was all aglitter with love. He grabbed another heart and started writing again. I was so happy for the little guy. I had not felt this good in awhile.
It lasted about 10 seconds before chaos occurred.
My wife had picked one the hearts up and with a puzzled look asked the question that brought on the chaos. "Monsa. Where did you get these hearts?". Now I had only looked at them as hearts, a symbol of love. I then looked closer. They seemed to be made of cloth, nice cloth, silky nice cloth. Red silky nice cloth.
Oh no!
Monsa hand stood and with a smile pointed to the corner and proclaimed with a smile "You know that old red shirt that you said you could not wear. I used it". Now he was pointing into the corner. My wife and I turned to look and there it was. My wife's favorite red silk blouse. Bought on our first vacation to Hawaii. She had said earlier in the week she could not wear it. But she had said she could not wear it because it was only for special occasions and she did not want to mess it up.
She whirled and monsa hand immediately knew he was in trouble. He swiped up in one arm as many hearts as he could and took off running, as well as he could with three legs, and right behind him my wife. "Don't you run from me you little rat!"
At this point the chase was on. I did not watch it, this was going to be to messy for me to watch. I retreated from the field of battle. The last I saw before I closed the door to the bedroom was her holding the edge of the lazyboy up and reaching under it for him. Her words of "You better quit biting me you rat" and his retort "They're my hearts. You can't have them".
Later, much later, when she came to bed she laid down silently. She was way too upset for words. I just said nothing.
I awoke during the night and went to see the damage. Walking into the kitchen and looking around I decided it was not as bad as I thought it would be. The tables were over turned and several cabinets were open. But it was one of their worst fights yet. They had fought before but never this much. I will admit here I was a little scared. Monsa hand was old enough to take care of himself, or at least he thought he was, and if he ran away..well I did not want to think of it.
I went into the livingroom to see the damage. Except for some furniture shifted it looked ok. There were little hearts scattered all over the place and I started to pick them up. A quite little voice above my head was heard "She said I could keep them." he ended it with a little sniff. I looked up and on top of the bookshelf was one furry sad little brown eye looking down at me. "She said I am really in trouble but she knows I did not do it to be mean" The eye disappeared and a few quite sobs were all I heard.
"Monsa? Monsa?" I kept calling till he looked over the edge again. I handed him the hearts I had picked up. He took them and retreated into the corner again. "She yelled at me and I..I...I was trying to be nice. I'm just stupid." This statement ended with a sob, then silence.
Well I spent the next hour talking him down and then just talking to him. I finally got him to tell me what my wife said. Before she finally went to bed she informed him that he owed her one red silk blouse and how much it would cost. He said he did not have that much money saved. Right then I informed him he had to start earning money to pay her back by doing extra chores. We already had him doing some, symbolic mainly, as with his size he could not do much. Now he had to start doing a lot more to earn the money.
Things were tense around the house for a few days, and monsa hand hated the jobs my wife found for him. But as the victim of his love, she got to pick the chores, while I picked the monetary value of each to balance it all out.
But as time heals all wound, and buys new blouses, things got back to normal. If you could ever call it normal around here.
Getting home my wife and I walked into the kitchen. Monsa hand was calmly writing on small red hearts. He had a whole pile of them. I picked some up and smiled when I read what he had written on them. I LUV U. Over and over on the many 2 inch size hearts.
"Are you making these for the girl monsa hand we saw?" I had a big grin on my face.
"Yes. Girls like hearts and things like this. I read it in books. I want her to know I love her" His one eye was all aglitter with love. He grabbed another heart and started writing again. I was so happy for the little guy. I had not felt this good in awhile.
It lasted about 10 seconds before chaos occurred.
My wife had picked one the hearts up and with a puzzled look asked the question that brought on the chaos. "Monsa. Where did you get these hearts?". Now I had only looked at them as hearts, a symbol of love. I then looked closer. They seemed to be made of cloth, nice cloth, silky nice cloth. Red silky nice cloth.
Oh no!
Monsa hand stood and with a smile pointed to the corner and proclaimed with a smile "You know that old red shirt that you said you could not wear. I used it". Now he was pointing into the corner. My wife and I turned to look and there it was. My wife's favorite red silk blouse. Bought on our first vacation to Hawaii. She had said earlier in the week she could not wear it. But she had said she could not wear it because it was only for special occasions and she did not want to mess it up.
She whirled and monsa hand immediately knew he was in trouble. He swiped up in one arm as many hearts as he could and took off running, as well as he could with three legs, and right behind him my wife. "Don't you run from me you little rat!"
At this point the chase was on. I did not watch it, this was going to be to messy for me to watch. I retreated from the field of battle. The last I saw before I closed the door to the bedroom was her holding the edge of the lazyboy up and reaching under it for him. Her words of "You better quit biting me you rat" and his retort "They're my hearts. You can't have them".
Later, much later, when she came to bed she laid down silently. She was way too upset for words. I just said nothing.
I awoke during the night and went to see the damage. Walking into the kitchen and looking around I decided it was not as bad as I thought it would be. The tables were over turned and several cabinets were open. But it was one of their worst fights yet. They had fought before but never this much. I will admit here I was a little scared. Monsa hand was old enough to take care of himself, or at least he thought he was, and if he ran away..well I did not want to think of it.
I went into the livingroom to see the damage. Except for some furniture shifted it looked ok. There were little hearts scattered all over the place and I started to pick them up. A quite little voice above my head was heard "She said I could keep them." he ended it with a little sniff. I looked up and on top of the bookshelf was one furry sad little brown eye looking down at me. "She said I am really in trouble but she knows I did not do it to be mean" The eye disappeared and a few quite sobs were all I heard.
"Monsa? Monsa?" I kept calling till he looked over the edge again. I handed him the hearts I had picked up. He took them and retreated into the corner again. "She yelled at me and I..I...I was trying to be nice. I'm just stupid." This statement ended with a sob, then silence.
Well I spent the next hour talking him down and then just talking to him. I finally got him to tell me what my wife said. Before she finally went to bed she informed him that he owed her one red silk blouse and how much it would cost. He said he did not have that much money saved. Right then I informed him he had to start earning money to pay her back by doing extra chores. We already had him doing some, symbolic mainly, as with his size he could not do much. Now he had to start doing a lot more to earn the money.
Things were tense around the house for a few days, and monsa hand hated the jobs my wife found for him. But as the victim of his love, she got to pick the chores, while I picked the monetary value of each to balance it all out.
But as time heals all wound, and buys new blouses, things got back to normal. If you could ever call it normal around here.
