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Never a Dull Moment

May 12, 2009
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It may not be precisely restful, but at least it’s never dull with Lawson around.

I can practically see the expressions on your faces–the little gleam of anticipation in your eyes as you settle in a bit closer to your monitors, that gleam that says, “What did the little booger do now?” Nothing major, really.  He was just being himself, and making me think that I really need to start carrying around either A) the recorder I use for interviews or B) that fancy new video camera.

It started with Chick-Fil-A. We were on our way home from his teeball game, and stopping off through the drive-thru for supper at 7:30–starving, as you can well imagine, and fairly impatient. As we sat in line behind the two cars ahead of us that seemed to be taking an interminable length of time, Duane muttered, “go ahead. Take your sweet time.”

Lawson leaned out of his open window, flashed his dimples, and hollered as loud as he could, “HURRY UP! I’M HUNGRY!” Talk about torn between busting up and wanting to sink through the floorboards. We slinked on through the drive-thru and commenced our journey homeward.

I’m sure you’ve all heard the expression that so and so would have a conversation with a fencepost? Well, that’s Lawson. Paying no mind to the absence of any worthwhile reply, since our mouths were occupied with chicken sandwiches and fries, he talked, pretty much to himself, for the remainder of the twenty minute trip home, jumping from topic to topic with a randomness that was stunning in its sheer brilliance.

Oh, this was so cool. We were at the top of the stairs, and we opened the door, and heard a meow, and when we turned around, Boo was right there…”

What’s the name of that dog that you ran over? Not the one that ran away, but the one that you ran over? The bloodhound? Not Banjo, but the other one?”

“Punchbug white, can’t punch back.”

“And what’s the name of that hunting dog that you gave away? Pokey! Oh yeah, that’s right. I have to dimember these things.”

“Mommy, can shooting stars come out in the daytime? That’s a jet, not an airplane. Airplanes have…” (as he launched into a technical description of airplanes versus jets that defies my memory).

“Are you going to drink that milkshake? Oooh, there’s a Corvette. And that’s a Mustang.”

“If he hits that golf ball really hard, it’ll be in the grass, and he’s going to have hard time…” 

He went on in this manner for twenty minutes, bouncing from subject to subject as though he were one of his rubber bouncy balls thrown haphazardly against a cement floor. Duane and I just looked at each and shook our heads.

“Oooh, look!” I said, pointing at the field we were passing. “A kitty!”

“Where?!” Excitement rang in Lawson’s voice as he shifted to look for all of five seconds. “Hey, did I tell you about when Boo let me pet him…”

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. May 12, 2009 10:38 pm

    Look Lawson…something shiny.

    Sounds like he’s a kick in the pants.

  2. Shirley permalink
    May 20, 2009 3:31 pm

    All I can say, if you want to see a full grown version of Lawson look at Josh. This story brought back so many memories……miss those times, although Josh can still carry on conversations by himself I think…..lol

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