One thing is for sure...I love having a boy in the house. He is high energy all day long and at times, I struggle to keep up with him, but I love it and I'm thankful for the challenge...and of course, I gladly welcome the newly elevated level of our daily "house noise."
So I was glad to see him back today. Venya received a spontaneous invitation to spend the night with another Belarussian child after church last night and of course, he took it. Sydney teared up saying goodbye to him, so I know we're doomed when August 2nd rolls around and after one night of quiet, we were all glad to see him return. He abruptly walked back through the front door this afternoon chomping on some chewing gum as he marched past me and immediately started questioning, "Where is a Sydney?" I pointed in her direction and smiled as I saw what was in his hand...two pairs of stick on earrings for Sydney and the treasured toy of all young boys...a whoopie cushion. He quickly passed the earrings to Sydney across our dining room table and started blowing up the cushion. Sydney looked at it with confusion and asked, "What's that?" While he knows SOME English, I doubt he would have explained it with words even if he knew the right ones. He smiled one of his big playful smiles as he squeezed the air out of it which made us both (me and him) laugh, but Sydney still looked on the whole scene with puzzlement.
Again, he inflated the whoopie cushion-only this time he placed it in one of our dining room chairs and sat down on it. Now Sydney got the picture as she burst out in laughter at the awful and very exaggerated, but human like sound. I tried to be a bit "motherly" as we mothers of daughters want them to grow up with some degree of dignity, so I gave her a little talk on how a whooopie cushion is more of "boy toy"...It makes us all laugh, but it's not the most "lady-like" of toys. I don't believe it was registering, or maybe it was, but she and Venya continued to inflate and deflate the cushion over and over again.
It was almost 5pm when I noticed the two of them running through the house whispering and planning something. I had sort of forgotten about "the cushion" as it had been quiet for a little while...but then I saw them giggling as they pulled out the chair that Bobby sits in at our dinner table and placed the toy in perfect "whoopie cushion" position. I soon heard Bobby's footsteps come through the garage door and watched them scurry away giggling as they quickly tucked the chair back under the table.
We said our "hellos" and briefly went over our days events with "Daddy" as I stirred some pasta on the stove. One thing was for sure, you could tell the kids were very eager for "dinner time." Every now and then I would hear Venya say to Sydney, "You NO funny" for fear that her sudden bursts of laughter would give their secret away. It was comical too because at one point I looked down and our little 10lb. miniature dachshund was dragging the inflated cushion across the kitchen floor. I guess he somehow managed to jump up on the chair and pull it off of the seat. I laughed as I took it from him and handed it back to Sydney-using my body to block Bobby's view of the prank he was about to fall into.
Finally...the moment arrived. While I would have NEVER thought that Bobby in his attentive manner would actually sit down on the cushion, he was tired and a bit distracted, so that's exactly what he did. All eyes were on him as he slowly turned his dinner chair sideways and lowered his body down onto it. "FWHOOOOOOP" came from underneath his bottom which actually startled him but made the rest of us burst out in laughter. He eventually laughed too as he stood up and held up the pale pink sack. I shook my head and smiled as the kids danced around the room in sweet child-like celebration.
Laughter...ahhhhh...it's just so good for my soul. So tonight before I hit the sack, I say "Thank heaven for little girls...AND for young boys with whoopi cushions." The joy that comes from these summer days is priceless!
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