2. After a two hour cardiology visit complete with yearly tests and long conversations, Trooper was more than ready to leave. We finally gathered our things to go, and Dr. Baht (a sixtyish man with a very slight accent and a relatively serious demeanor) said by way of parting, "Goodbye, sweetheart."
Trooper's reply was a shrill blend of surprise and incredulity. "What?!!!" He stood staring in shock, not moving as Dr. Baht turned to see him. Everyone in the hall burst out laughing, and Jonathan suggested that maybe 'sweetheart' wasn't the way to go. Even the nurses around the corner were laughing. So I guess if you're a man, it's not OK call him sweetheart.
3. I saw Trooper pulling wads of newspaper out of a decorative vase in the living room, and I asked him what he was doing.
"I'm trying to find that guy," he said as he continued to transfer shreds of newsprint from the tight hole to the floor. I assumed he was talking about one of his little action figures. "I put him in there and he said, 'Ahhhhh!', and now I can't find him."
4. I need to brag on my little man for a minute. Many of you know that he likes to cook, and he's been honing his skills lately. The other day we were doing our best to make my sister's Wasa recipe (a cilantro and veggie rub, actually turned out pretty good) and I let Trooper be in charge of the blender. Obviously he was under close supervision, but really he didn't even give me reason to doubt him. He put the ingredients in as I passed them to him, being careful to shut it off before opening the lid, and never putting his fingers into the pitcher. Well, as our blender runs, it tends to loosen up and start leaking from the bottom. This makes for an exciting time, requiring someone to hold the base and pitcher as it blends so it doesn't spin apart. Trooper did a great job holding it together, and at one point it started to get away from him and he instantly hit the power button to shut it down. It was super quick thinking, and saved us from a cilantro explosion. He's also taken to cooking his own eggs most mornings with just a little help, and is fantastic about going to get ingredients and putting things away where they belong. I told him he's a great chef assistant, and he said, "No, I'm a cook helper." And he's right. I'm far from chef status, even if I do make a mean grilled cheese sandwich.