Confessions of a Four-Year-Old

This week's installment of Confessions of a Four-Year-Old comes complete with insurance agents, flooding, popcorn and dead cats.

The past couple of weeks have been rife with flooding around these parts, and we've spent a few nights eating popcorn and watching the flooding on the news. The one night I had actually made the popcorn for our eating pleasure during that night's edition of Law and Order (for details on my Law and Order obsession, see There Will Be Order) but it was one of those nights when I was pretty much too tired to get off the couch and go to bed, so we were stuck. I should install some kind of lift chair to get me up the stairs, but with my luck hubby would try to sit in it and he'd probably end up taking the chair and the wall down with him. With him, we must be mindful of weight restrictions.

So hubby, myself and the dog are all chowing on popcorn when little Kaydn Rye appears at the top of the stairs.

"What are you guys doing?" he says.

"We're just sitting here. What are you doing?" I ask.

"Well, I was sleeping, but the popcorn smell woke me up," he responds. "Can I have some popcorn?"

So he ended up sitting on the ottoman shoveling popcorn in his face and watching the flooding on the news with us, which he thought could be completely solved with the purchase of flood insurance.

He said something like, "They should have bought some flood insurance. Maybe their dads could get them some." Keep in mind, I am married to an insurance agent.

If only flood insurance was the answer to all of life's problems.

Speaking of problems, we still can't seem to get rid of all the cats in the yard, and as I should have guessed, Kaydn Rye and I found another dead cat in the flower bed while we attempted at cleaning all the dead leaves out from under a row of wonderfully treacherous rose bushes (Every rose has its thorn....). Hubby figured that with all the freakin snow and 50 below wind chill weather we had last winter, the cat probably fell asleep there one night, became buried under 5 feet of snow and couldn't make his way out. So we found the cat, scrapped it off the rocks and put it in the trash bag. Kaydn Rye took a good look at it, said, "How did it get dead?" and "Where are its eyes?" and apparently chalked it up to the wonderful circle of life because he wasn't too stressed about it.

And last but not least, the newest and greatest thing to happen to Kaydn Rye is that he now has a girlfriend. Or a little sister, one of the two. One of the little girls from our church has now been deemed his official girlfriend, and I of course told him that he's going to need to quickly decide whether she's a girlfriend or a little sister. He didn't quite understand just then why she can't be both.

We'll see how that all pans out.




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