Monday, March 05, 2007

Oh Captain, My Captain

Since Katya's arrival my father has become as soft as a scoop of ice cream in the middle of a hot plate. The last time I visited, the man who grounded me for most of the years between 1986-1990, was a sopping mess of love.

Num nums? Cookie! Rudy, if you give her cookies Jillian is not going to allow her to come over here anymore. Ice cream? Ice Cream it is!

I can't believe this is my father! During my last visit Katya looked at me and said, coocko! What?

Before I could even decipher what she meant, my father gave me a withering look.

She wants her clock. What clock?

Well, obviously the German coocko clock he had bought her. Probably from Value Village. She was soon pulling the stings to release said bird from its doored prison to coocko at us. Ad nauseaum.

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