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Sad Cookies

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I got some bad news on Thursday and was pretty mopey that night. Moonie tried telling me his favorite knock-knock jokes and even cuddled up into the crook of my arm, but sometimes even Moonie doesn’t chase away the blues.

Then his face brightened. “You know what we need?”
“What?” I asked.
“Sad cookies!” Moonie shouted.
“What are sad cookies?” I asked, picturing upside-down happy face cookies.
“Cookies that you bake when you’re sad! And then you eat ’em. And then you’re not sad anymore!”
Hey, it couldn’t hurt. Especially as he hopped to the measuring and mixing and preheating.

Soon, he was flipping the first batch onto a cooling rack to dry.

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“I made them extra happy!” he shouted.

A dozen minutes later, he stood proudly over the second and final batch. “See? No more sads!” he shouted.

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Tats

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I’ve been considering a new tattoo and have been wearing a temporary version of the design to see if I like it.

To show how much HE likes it, Moonie drew his own tat to match mine.

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“Look! Now we’re twins!” he shouted, climbing up onto my wrist.

“Um, Moonie, isn’t that permanent marker?” I asked, worried.

He smiled. “But the fraternal kind of twins, ’cause you’re taller!”

Shovel! Shovel! Shovel!

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As the wind whipped and howled during the snowstorm that started around noon yesterday and ended in the wee hours of the morning, Moonie wanted nothing more than to snuggle up and cuddle.

But the moment the sun rose this morning, he was jumping up and down on the bed. “Snow! Snow! Let’s go shovel!”

“Moonie, the neighbors don’t want to hear the scrape of shovels at 7 a.m.,” I grumbled.

He disappeared, and I thought maybe he went to torture Kitty with some jokes, but when I couldn’t find him in the apartment I peeked outside. He was standing with my snow shovel, holding one of his own – a Moonie-sized spatula, complete with a little cupcake.

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“Shoooooooovvvvvvvvveeeeeeellllllllll!” he sang.

“OK, OK,” I grumbled. “Let’s shovel.”
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Smashburger

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Moonie and I were making a quick run to Trader Joe’s at lunchtime today when he suddenly squealed, “BALLOONS!”

Then, heedless of traffic, my nude little dude raced across the parking lot, where a bunch of red and white balloons announced the big Rhode Island grand opening of a place called “Smashburger.” I caught up to Moonie, who’d slipped inside the door and was gazing in awe at the big SMASH sign on the wall.

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“Do they really smash burgers here?” he asked, his amber eyes wide.
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Culinary Cake, Part 2

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Moonie is still very much enjoying the fact that his friend Deb’s husband is a chef and culinary professor. Particularly as Deb brought in another of Bob’s classroom cakes yesterday – a chocolate one with mocha frosting.

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“Delicious!” Moonie shouted through his chocolate-rimmed mouth.

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“Shh,” I responded. People were trying to work.

“But they haven’t heard my cake joke yet!” he shouted. “Hey, everyone, what kind of cake brings you to the doctor?”
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45 rp(whee!)m Dance Party

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“Whee!” is the first word I heard Moonie say on the first day we met. “Whee!” was his reaction to being lifted off the shelf of an antique shop and placed (after purchase) in my pocketbook. “Whee!” was his reaction to us walking a few blocks away to climb onto the Ghost Bridge amid strong wind gusts to enjoy the view. “Whee!” was his reaction to getting to see Cardboard Ox play in Dedham that evening. And “Whee!” was his reaction to me putting a record on the record player that night after we got home. He stood on the record as it played, enjoying being gently spun around, and to this day he calls records “whees.”

So you can guess that he was pretty happy about being invited by his friend J.J. to a 45 rpm (r-pWHEE-m, as Moonie would call it) record dance party at The Parlour last night. He had a whole entire room of whees!

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He also got to stand near his beloved Marshall stacks. The Marshall stacks gods smiled down, bestowing a beam of light on Moonie.

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And then he had himself a ball crawling into people’s food baskets to sample their sliders and pasta salads. He’s lucky he’s cute.

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Keeping Warm

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Snow in the forecast tonight! Oh boy! It sure is January!

Which probably means that Moonie should think about putting on some pants, but so far he’s been a perfectly climate-adjusted little nudist.

He’s happiest clothing himself in flowers.

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But if it’s cute enough, he’ll consider donning the occasional hat.

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Trees and Tacos

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Because I’ve been stuck on crutches lately, Moonie and I took our first walk in nearly two weeks yesterday – and made a horrible discovery. His very favorite tree, which some lovely person or persons had “knitbombed” a couple of years ago, lay broken and dead on the ground.

I haven’t seen Moonie’s lower lip tremble like that since the bakery was out of cookies. He quickly ran over to give the tree a healing hug.

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