Four-year-old brain vs. 38-year-old brain. You decide.
What there was not much of was clothing. My father-in-law's wardrobe was oh? About two decades out of date. Maybe more.
However, there was one item of his father’s that Mark loved: a suede jacket. It looked brand new and being one of those timeless items that never really goes out of style, he took it back with him and has gotten very good use out of it.
Last Saturday, we left for the afternoon. Being chillier than it’s been, Mark decided to forgo the suede jacket for something warmer and left it lying on the pool table.
Upon our return that evening, we discovered that the cat had puked on the pool table. On the jacket. Right in the dead center of the back of it.
Now, I have to admit that in a 2,000-something square-foot house, 85 percent of which is covered with hardwood floors, it is somewhat remarkable that the cat puked right there. I mean, I know she didn’t do it on purpose, but come on!?
Mark was understandably upset, cursing the cat out of frustration. I believe her untimely death may have been wished for.
The next day, Peanut walked up to me as I sat at my desk.
Peanut: Mommy? Did BadCat throw up on Daddy’s jacket?
Me: Yes, she did.
Me: Well, I don’t know, maybe she had a lot of fur in her tummy from cleaning herself.
Peanut: And that gave her a tummy ache?
Me: Yes, that can happen to cats sometimes.
She silently mulled the situation over for a few seconds.
“You know, Mommy,” she said very seriously, “if Daddy had just picked up his jacket and hung it up with the others, that never would have happened.”
So I gave her a huge hug then walked her straight into the kitchen and gave her a cookie. I firmly believe that type of thought process must be rewarded.