We’re Getting a Pony!
September 16, 2008 | Jojo,Mr. Squirrel
Yesterday, on the way back from flying a kite together, Jojo grabbed Mr. Squirrel’s face, stared into his eyes and said “I’m a good boy. You’re a good daddy. Can I have a popsicle, please??”
My Jojo’s got mad persuasion skills, not to mention the big blue eyes and batting eyelashes. Really? It’s difficult to say ‘no’ to him. Before he throws the tantrum or stomps his feet, he uses his manners, tilts his head, throws up his hands in a “it’s no big deal” sort of way and generally schmoozes us with his adorableness. Not to mention, he comes through with some damn good arguments…like the time a couple of weeks ago when I mentioned that it was time for a bath.
“I don’t want a bath. I’m not dirty at all.”
Mr. Squirrel and I looked at each other, looked over our clean little boy, and actually agreed with him. Instead, we played with him before storytime.
When Jojo wanted to play golf the other day (in our yard), what did my husband do? Instead of giving Jojo a putter or perhaps a stick, he took a 5 iron from the golfbag in our garage (filled with two (formerly) complete sets of clubs, neither which we’ve ever used), ran with it into the basement, and returned with a SAWED OFF club, duct taped at the end to make a grip. He SAWED OFF the 5 iron.
What’s the big deal, you say, you never used the golf clubs. YES, I understand that, but I could have possibly maybe sold them on Craig’s List to fund, say, my casualwear needs. I did, after all, FINALLY sell my Hello Kitty coffeemaker. OH YES I did. Well, I sent it. I haven’t received payment yet. I know, I know. I’m too trusting. As long as the recipient loves the Kitty, I’ll be fine with a donation.
BUT back to my point. My point is, my husband would hack off a golf club AND use a big ass stump removing tool to make the “hole” in our gravel driveway for our son… the hole which I’ve twisted my ankle on several times in the past couple of weeks…so Jojo can play “golf” for all of 3 seconds every five days. If Jojo suggested daddy build a ferris wheel on top of our garage and raise unicorns on the lot, Mr. Squirrel would probably start construction this evening (and searching the interweb for unicorn farms, natch).
Or ponies. Ponies…people… here’s where it could get ugly. Little known fact: when little Mr. Squirrel was a wee glasses wearing nerdlinger in rural France, he had his own pony. Well, not “his” own pony like in his yard, but a few pastures over or something, there was a horse farm and yadda yadda yadda, Mr. Squirrel was in charge of breaking in ponies, and he had his special pony, called SomethingIShouldRememberAsI’mHisWife. So Mr. Squirrel loves ponies and sweet love, people, this is sounding kind of wanky, so let me assure you, I am talking about ponies. But anyway, I can just SEEEEE us buying a pony someday and moving to the country (in that order) because Jojo or Nugget wants one and asks politely and tilts their combined cute noggins and Mr. Squirrel caves and buys one and then we get fined for having a pony on 1/182 of an acre in our village and we have to move to the country where I can’t walk to the CVS to get bad service and HELL, at least I can saddle up the boys and have them pick up some mascara for me.
With that said, good day to you.
WAIT, I lied. One more thing…
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September 16th, 2008 at 3:50 pm, lizzie Says:
you could get a pony for jojo for his upcoming birthday and then you could invite me and my kids to ride it! they deliver you know. the pony people. you can get goats too.
September 16th, 2008 at 6:06 pm, Jeannette Says:
This is too much cuteness!
September 16th, 2008 at 8:14 pm, Sallyacious Says:
What sweet men you must have in your life. Lucky you!
The title of this post is so appropriate for my life today. My husband and I have a standard response when one of us tells the other, “I got you a present.” Standard response: “Is it a pony?”
Well. Today is my birthday, and even though I knew what I was getting (because he would never in a million years have thought of it himself), my husband has been referring to it as “your pony.” So when I found the bigass heavy box outside the door, I texted him with “You’ll never guess what was on the front porch when I got home–a pony!” And he knew exactly what I was talking about.
September 17th, 2008 at 8:36 am, keri Says:
If you get a pony, can we come over? My 5 year old LOVE horses. i mean loves horses.
September 17th, 2008 at 1:08 pm, jill Says:
mm yes i see this in my future as well.
September 17th, 2008 at 1:33 pm, Cassie Says:
Holy crap. If my son is anything like yours when he starts talking, I am in SO. MUCH. TROUBLE. Also, “I’m a good boy, you’re a good daddy”? That makes we want to DIE from CUTENESS.
September 19th, 2008 at 4:00 pm, Rachel Says:
I keep reading about all this cuteness that is Jojo and The Nugget and yet? I am not seeing any photographic proof of said cuteness.
September 21st, 2008 at 7:43 pm, Hollow Squirrel » You Can’t HANDLE the Cuteness Says:
[...] with his cuteness + voice + dramatic body language + verbiage. Oh this boy. Seriously. Remember the popsicle incident? This morning, my husband bought, at the request of our big, blue-eyed boy, brownie mix (’for [...]
September 24th, 2008 at 5:27 pm, SJ Says:
Girl….you are in so much trouble! I think it would be awesome to have a pony on your lot in the village. You really think your neighbors would be mad?