Much to Henry’s chagrin, Chooch and I enjoy traipsing through the alleys of Brookline. There’s just something so DANGEROUS about it that gives us a thrill, you know? Plus, there’s a discarded flat screen TV laying back there and Chooch likes to kick it.
I dunno where he gets that destructive urge.
One time we walked past a bunch of kids smoking pot and Chooch was amazed that his old, square mom knew what pot smells like.
Ugh.
We were actually just walking through one of the alleys last night (Henry was horrified when he later found out) and we decided that we would just act like blind kids if we accidentally saw a drug deal or murder.
We think things through sometimes.
Also last night, the old Polish guy up the street with the stinky produce vans made us stop on the sidewalk and admire the new solar-powered lights he put on his house. It was a nice neighborly moment.
Also last night, we left the house without telling Henry.
“What do you think Daddy will do when he finds out we’re missing?” Chooch asked, as though we had run away.
“He’ll probably say, ‘I’m going to call 911….but first I’ll have an ice cream!'” I said in the Bullwinkle-like voice I adopt whenever I’m being terrible and mocking Henry.
“We have ice cream?!” Chooch cried, scanning his mental inventory of the freezer.
“No, but I always imagine that daddy has a secret freezer in the basement, filled with Klondikes,” I shrugged, and then we started talking about Henry stuffing our bodies in the freezer because we’re dark-minded.
“Someday when you’re older and I’m dead, you’re going to think back to our walks through the scuzzy bowels of Brookline and miss it,” I said on our walk today.
“Um…sure. I guess,” said Chooch with NO CONVICTION.
This has been a KCON interlude. Recapping that convention is exhausting and also making me sad because I miss it and want to be talking about 24:7 but to WHOM?!