Saturdays With Sir Poops: Welcoming Glowstick

SPAL: Hi, nice people. I was suppose to deliver the Sunshine Award and answer questions today but me and Hair Ball’s life has changed.

HB: Yeah. That’s right. It’s changed all right.

SPAL: The change happened this past Monday. Something arrived.

HB: Yeah. It smelled like poop. And it was wearing  diaper like pansy-boy.

SPAL: No-No says his smell makes her want to throw up. But I think he smells beautiful. Daddy-o and Mummsy think so, too. They call it a baby smell.

HB: You would. You’re a poop-eater. Everyone knows that about you, pansy-boy.

SPAL: Well, you’re stupid and made him make this terrible, loud noise…WAAAAAAAA-WAAAAAA… because all you did the first night was bark at him. That wasn’t nice.

HB: Well, you danced around him like a sissy-pansy-boy.

SPAL: It’s my special greeting.

HB: At least you did the dance without peeing on him like you do everyone else.

SPAL: I can’t help I have little control over my whizzer. Blame it on old age. You’re right behind me, stupid. Anyway, we like this thing…little person.

HB: Yeah. He’s pretty cool but wears his fur?

SPAL: I don’t know. He looks like Mummsy and Daddy-o. Furless people. But it’s fun to play with him.

HB: Yeah.

SPAL: I love to kiss him. He’s so cute. And he’s our size.

HB: And I’ve got a new job to protect him, too. I make sure no one steals his food when Mummsy feeds him. He eats some really weird looking stuff, too. Mummsy let me taste it. I don’t know why he likes it. There’s no taste to it.

SPAL: Yup. And he doesn’t take up a lot of room on our couch either. He likes to sit with Daddy-o at night and watch our favorite shows. Last night we ate fruit popsicles and watched Fringed.

 

HB: I have a question. Why does Mummsy call Daddy-o Grampy now?

SPAL: I’m not real sure. Maybe it’s a pecking-order-thing. ***he shrugs***

HB: Oh.

SPAL: Anyway, Mummsy and all of us are hoping to get back to normal soon but life has been unpredictable. Plus, she’s been doing the A to Z Challenge over at her other blog Secondhand Shoes, A Novel .

HB: Yeah. And  Mummsy’s editor died.

SPAL: Yup. Poor Mummsy.

HB: Yeah. Poor Mummsy.

SPAL: Her health, and my health. And now this little person she calls Glowstick. He’ll be here a while.

HB: I hope he stays a while.

SPAL: Me, too.