Monday, July 1, 2024

Nighttime Chats with Eva

Last week Scotty and Nicky left for a few days to Young Men camp. While they were gone, Zoe got a fever, and as a result, Eva refused to sleep in her bedroom with the sickie, so she took Scotty’s place in my bed. I was bummed because I was looking forward to having the bed to myself and being able to throw all Scotty’s pillows on the floor, sprawl out, and watch my shows late into the night with reckless abandon. Once Eva moved in, I decided the best choice was to just go to sleep. I turned off the TV and tucked my blanket under my chin just the way I like. Then Eva started talking.

First she complained about the temperature of the room. It was too cold. I told her that’s the price you pay to sleep in my room. If you don’t want two fans blowing on you all night, don’t sleep with me!

Then she told me that we need to adopt an old bloodhound. She gave me all the reasons for this suggestion based on information she read in a book she picked from the Scholastic Book Fair.

That led to a conversation about all of our past pets, and she wanted to know if our cat, Colonel, was fat or average. 

I’d say average.

Since I wasn’t able to throw all of Scotty’s pillows on the floor, Eva snuggled up with them and said, “I really like dad’s body pillow, I’ll have time of my life sleeping with it!”

(And to think, I’ve paid for this child to go to Disneyland when all she really needed was a $15 pillow from Costco). 

Then she asked me if I knew that Paige in Bizaardvark is played by Olivia Rodrigo (yes, I did know that but only because she had asked me the same thing earlier in the week, and we’d already had this conversation). She then proceeded to tell me the entire plot of the most recent episode she had watched. 

She also told me how many cherries she ate for a snack that day, what’s on her Amazon wish list, and why she needs new Crocs. 

This was after she had chatted my ear off pretty much all day. My brain was fried. 

The next night, Zoe still had a fever and a cough, so we did it all over again. 

I never got to sprawl and watch TV, but I got to hear all the hot gossip about the neighbor boy. Apparently he calls his scooter a “bike,” and that’s wrong because it’s a scooter, not a bike. 

Eva the day she discovered the Vitruvian Man



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