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|Uutz (standard:humor, 2713 words)|
|Author: Bob Kain||Added: Sep 17 2000||Views/Reads: 2845/1330||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My first day alone with my 2 year old son....|
Uutz by Bob Kain "Okay, I'm leaving now. I put a couple of sippy cups of juice in the fridge. There's some hot dogs in there too. Or he might want a baloney sandwich; maybe peanut butter and jelly. Don't forget to give him some fruit. He loves fruit. Cookies are in the cupboard over the microwave, but don't let him have too many; and not too close to lunchtime. If you let him fill up on junk he won't eat his lunch. Diapers are in the powder room. Don't forget to check to see if he needs changed once in a while, all right? If you go outside, make sure you put his hat on him. It's windy out and I don't want him getting an ear infection." "Sesame Street comes on at 8:30, Blues Clues is on at 11:00. I hate that he's starting to like television so much. Don't want him getting addicted to that stuff. Don't let him watch anything other than those two shows. If you let him, he'll sit in front of that thing all day. Put him down for his nap around 2:00. If you let him go to sleep earlier, he'll sleep for 20 minutes and then he'll be up and won't go back to sleep." "Now, what am I forgetting? Oh, yeah...remember to take the dogs out sometime. Let me see...anything else? Oh, God...I'm so late. I have to go. Have a good time. Watch after Logan. Give me a kiss, Hon. I should be back by 3:30. Logan, honey, give Mommy a kiss. Mommy loves you sweetie. Be a good boy for Daddy. I am really late...I'm leaving now. Bye, bye guys. Have a good time." That whirlwind was my wife, Trace. She was going shopping for the day with a friend. This would be the first time that I had been entrusted with the care of our two-year old son, Logan, for more than two hours at a time. Needless to say, Trace was just a bit nervous about the whole thing. "Well, Buddy, Mommy's gone. It's just us men. What do you think we should do?" "Uutz." Uutz was Logan's favorite word. That one word covered almost any situation he might encounter or any question we might ask him. When accompanied by pointing or some other gesture, we could usually decipher what he was telling us. This time he took my hand and led me to the kitchen. "Uutz", he said again, pointing to the cupboard over the microwave. "Oh, you want a cookie"? I asked. "Uutz", he moved closer to the kitchen counter, arm outstretched, finger aimed directly at the cookie cupboard. Well, it was almost 8:30 and Sesame Street would be on in a few minutes. Couldn't expect a guy to watch television without a little snack. What could it hurt? Opening the cupboard I took out the 'Nilla Wafer box, removed three cookies and held them out to Logan. "What do you say? Can you say thank you?" "Uutz." "All right, good boy! Sesame Street is on, Buddy. Do you want to go watch TV?" As the last word was still forming on my tongue, he ran from the kitchen into the family room, crawled up on the sofa, removed the remote from between the cushions where we hid it so he couldn't find it, and pressed the on button. As Bert and Ernie appeared on the screen, Logan sat back on the sofa and bit into his first cookie. His eyes glued on the television screen, he chewed steadily on his cookie until the first one was gone. As I settled onto the sofa beside him, he momentarily took his eyes from the TV, looking at me. "Uutz." "What? You have cookies. Sesame Street is on. What do you want, Click here to read the rest of this story (238 more lines)
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