August 6th, 2009

A walk in the park

Went for a walk this morning with my 8 and 13 year old nephews.

The 8 year old will turn 9 in a few weeks. "Do you know what I want for my birthday?" he asked me.

"What?"

"A container of liquid nitrogen." He then explains, sounding like a professor, all the magic tricks you could perform, if only you had a container of liquid nitrogen. He explains a lot of thing to me on our walk. In some areas, I suspect his understanding of certain subjects far surpasses mine.

Meanwhile, the 13 year old is entranced by the fountains. He has Aspbergers and OCD and Tourettes. Fountains are like heaven and crack cocaine and candy and magic and Santa, all rolled into one. Only way better than that. It doesn't matter that these are kind of half-assed fountains, and he's seen them a million times. Twice he ran from me. I thought he was hiding, but it turned out he knew right where the wires and pipes for the fountains were, and he was fiddling with them, trying furtively and frantically to accomplish something. The second time he wouldn't come to me and I literally had to drag him away.

As we walked home, he asked over and over, "Are you happy, Auntie April?" Knowing I wasn't, at least not at that moment.

Teen is their cousin, but the three of them are so different they are practically different species.

Makes me appreciate my easy life.



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