Act I: Heartbreak
"I think we can make it for a quick swim, but we're really going to have to hurry." I told the Kid as we hustled inside to change clothes.
After the requisite potty and naked chase, we packed up some toys and towels, and I popped the Kid into his stroller for the quick walk to the pool. A block away, I heard the first rumble of thunder. We made it to the pool gate, but before I could even unbuckle the Kid another loud boom sounded. The lifeguard began yelling, "Everyone out of the pool!"
The Kid didn't realize what was happening until I started turning the stroller around. Then he sobbed. Big, dribble-y, sloppy tears. Heartbreaking wails that earned me sympathetic looks from the other parents gathering their children from the pool.
We stopped and sat on a park bench for a minute so I could console him. I had just begun to have some success when the rain began for real. With the Kid snug under his stroller's umbrella, I hunched my shoulders against the downpour and we walked back home.
Act II: Laughter
Me (mimicking the fake laugh): Ha ha ha ha.
The Kid: Can Moe laugh?
Me: I'm not sure.
The Kid: Ha ha ha ha. I laughed again.
Act III: Discovery
As we were making dinner, I noticed that Car the Cecropia was being more active than usual. Initially, he was so tiny that I was afraid to handle him much, but now that he's huge I'm less worried. His little suction-feet stuck unpleasantly to my hand, but I eventually was able to get him to let go by offering him a fresh leaf.
He's decimating the leaves we give him these days. He's shed his skin once more since the last time we talked about him. I have to think it won't be long now before he cocoons.