New friend. . .
“I was the kid next door’s imaginary friend.”
– Emo Phillips
The house that has been standing vacant behind us all summer now has a family. This family is in possession of a little boy, but as they’ve made this move from a second-floor apartment, their backyard is woefully devoid of any manner of fun and childish things to keep little boys happily occupied.
Our backyard, on the other hand, is a veritable smorgasbord of toddlerhood delights. We have swings, slides, forts, push-toys, and sandboxes. . . giant beach-balls, riding toys, rocking horses, and a wading pool. The very day they moved in, my husband noticed said little boy standing at our fence looking wistfully at our backyard.
It didn’t take very long for Baby Puff to make a new friend. . .
Little Boy is three-and-a-half years old, and Puff is mad about him. As far as she is concerned, Little Boy is the proverbial bee’s knees, the cat’s pajamas, and the greatest thing since sliced bread. She dotes on him with the type of adoration that is only ever seen given from a younger child to an older, and as is often the case in these situations, he is wholly oblivious.
Looking out the back door in the hopes of catching a glimpse of him has become a favorite pastime of T’s. If her wandering eyes should happen to spy him on the horizon, GOOD GOD, how excited she becomes. All things must be dropped, post haste, and running outside as swiftly as we are able becomes the only task at hand.
Aren’t they cute? New friends make us happy!
Huginn, Muninn, and me 