"If anything ever happens to my Mom & Dad . . . . "

A story within a story -

The backstory is that years ago, when Kitten (Skeeter) & Sissy found out they were pregnant, Kitten called me and asked if I would be their their kids (soon to be Spyder) godfather. I said sure, hung up thinking, "I'll have to make sure to always get the kid a nice Christmas present." Not a minute later, the phone rang again and Kitten said, "Just so you understand, if anything ever happens to both of us, you get the kid. Like, you'll have to take care of our children." I hung up thinking something like, "Well, I'm glad he cleared that up."

______

The blog:
Kitten was out of town this past weekend, and while I didn't plan it that way, it seemed an easy time to have dinner with Sissy & The Urchins (Spyder & Sass), so we exchanged a few messages about my work schedule, and settled on Friday, she would give the kids a snack to tide them over, and we'd meet for MPC, her choice & my treat, after I got off work.

It ended up being probably close to eight, but we were all bathed and hungry and at our mutually favorite joint. The Urchins were in good moods, as were Sissy and I. I had two tiny tiny happies for both of the kids - a lollipop for Sass & two fake casino coins for Spyder, for his treasure collection. (With the proliferation of WSOP on the telly, he recognized them immediately as poker chips!) It was a very nice night, with Sissy & I sharing a supreme style pizza on their fabulous crispy crust. The kids each had two slices of cheese only. Spyder tried to play some card games, admitting that he had only half a deck, but not detoured by the challenges. Sissy and I had some nice conversation.

Afterwards, we headed off in her new car to the bookstar to let the kids wander through the kids section, and we kind of took turns watching them and heading through the rest of the store looking for books. After a while, we ended up at a table, she with a latte and me with a small hot chai tea. For all their exorbitant prices, they make some good chai tea. Spyder, as kids can, made fast friends with another little boy in the store, and they took to jumping and playing.

I heard the boy say, "Ask your dad if we can" and Spyder interuppted him and as they went in the other direction, I heard him say, "That's not my dad. He's my godfather. If anything ever happens to my Mom and Dad . . . . . "

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .