Well let me assure you that I still live in Delaware (Not everyone can live in Florida. Not yet, at least.) and Trooper is just as lively, mischievous, and time consuming as ever. I have been traveling a lot over the past month or so, and for some reason that always leaves me with more books read and fewer stories jotted down for later rendition. And since I forget nearly everything, if I don't have notes I don't have stories.
Fortunately, I did put this one segment down as the start to a series and never posted it, so I'll share it with you now, from December 17:
'I had said goodnight prayers, and told Trooper I needed one last kiss before I left the room.
"No, wait!" he said. "I want to pray."
"Oh, sorry, sure," I said as I silently invited him to cuddle onto my lap.
He came, laying his head on my leg and kind of worming himself into me as he prayed, "Dear God, please help Mom to get away because I farted."
This was approximately eight hours after the plumber replaced our nonfunctional and leaky garbage disposal, and about two hours after I pulled up the stopper for my shower and it came off in my fingers. I'd had a very long and somewhat stressful day, and for some reason that shower stopper was the funniest thing I'd seen in a long time. This may be the beginnings of what some people would call a mental break. I didn't even get mad about the farting prayer, and that's the kind of thing that would usually get me riled up.'
See what you've been missing? You can't buy entertainment like that. And the mental break seems to have been staved off for now. We'll see how it goes.