It’s the early morning; Hannah is wide awake, and in the cold morning, she patiently awaits her breakfast by playing with Nounou.
I have to admit I’m always impressed by how gentle she is with that kitten. She’s not a brute by any means, but she’s still a very young kid; yet when she picks the cat up, it’s clear he thinks safe.
And I love that she will systematically ignore all of her many toys to play with her little friend instead.
This is what Hugo and I comment on while we get our lazy brunch ready.
I somehow had the brilliant idea of buying and bringing with us a little moped for Hannah. I thought it would amuse her, and I was right — her little adventurous soul loves it with all of her heart.
I thought there wouldn’t be any safer place for her to play with it than the vast empty clearings of Granite Falls, and I was mostly right about this, too. I was just very wrong to think that this would stop me from being terrified down to my socks.
Hannah, you see, has no notion of what fear is at all.
“So we’re agreed? It’s going to go fast, baby, you have to be very careful!”
“Hannah, wait!”
“Okay, little monster. You know what you’re doing.”
Hugo goes straight back to his favorite Granite Falls hobby. He missed it, apparently, but he didn’t lose the touch he acquired last time.
Before long he catches a fish, and he cooks it outside on the grill, with a touch of lime and, more importantly, without burning the house down.
And it’s actually really, really good. Again, never before has Hannah had the chance to eat something fresh; and it doesn’t get fresher than that.
Though both Hannah and I could have done without her slob of a dad burping his heart out at the dinner table, no matter how good the food was or how proud he might have been…
It’s okay Hugo, I still love you, you disgusting sim you.
This, my friends, is the face of a man who realizes he’s made a mistake.
In other news, Hugo volunteered to watch over a handful of toddlers when all the other parents dropped out of the scheduled outing.
He’s braver than I, I spent this whole afternoon behind my computer, hiding behind the excuse of three deadlines to meet before the end of the week.
Oh, the deadlines were very real, and very scary, and a lot of work, but at least I didn’ t have to clean up anything or break a fight between to four-year-olds.
They’re not even through the park gates and it’s already begun.
Hannah is making friends.
Hugo has bravely taken on the role of father to every kid there. Since Hannah is ignoring him like the teenager that she’ll eventually become, he is teaching Shanti, my great-uncle’s grand-daughter, to go down a slide.
I don’t know what three little tots can find to gossip about, but apparently they found topics to have deep conversations on.
The woman in the background is actually my aunt. I wish I could have been there to talk to her at least.
Hannah is unafraid of a hamburger that’s bigger than her face.
Not all of the kids want to make friends.
Little brats. Don’t they know my daughter is perfect?…
And then finally, at the end of the day, the little angel collapses, exhausted.
You know, I’ll take back what I said. I wish I could have witnessed some of the cuteness first-hand.