Um

December 10, 2009 @ 6:25 pm | Filed under: Family

The baby was just dozing off in my arms, not quite ready to be transferred to the bed, when the doorbell rang. Girls ran to answer it. Bean’s head appeared in my doorway.

“Mom, it’s, um, Guy.”

Guy is our very nice next-door neighbor. It’s highly unusual for him to ring our bell, so I slid the baby onto the bed rather more hastily than was conducive to his remaining asleep. As I hurried down the hall to the door, I heard him already beginning to rouse and fuss. Shoot. I’d had things to get done during that nap.

When I got to the door, no one was there—except a stranger walking away down the sidewalk, a sheaf of flyers flapping in his hand. We get many such visitors, young men wanting to let us know about discount on vinyl siding or yard work.

I turned to Beanie in befuddlement.

“I thought you said it was Guy!”

“No, Mommy. I said it was ‘some guy.'”


    Related Posts

  • Week in Pictures
    Week in Pictures
  • day 33: jamestown
    day 33: jamestown
  • This Blog Is So I'll Remember Today Twenty 365s From Now
    This Blog Is So I’ll Remember Today Twenty 365s From Now
  • It Must Be the Colorful Hats
    It Must Be the Colorful Hats
  • Flashback
    Flashback

Comments are closed.