We had our front steps re-done last week, and the masons set up a port-a-potty on our property. Although the steps were finished by Friday, the port-a-potty has sat in our side yard throughout this week. At long last, a truck arrived today to pick it up and take it away.
ME: (looking out the window) Oh, they're finally taking the port-a-potty away.
MADELEINE: (eagerly running to the window to see) Oh, PHEW! (wistfully) Aww. I'm kinda gonna miss our old friend. (blowing a kiss out the window)
ME: Did you just blow a kiss to the port-a-potty?!?
MADELEINE: Yeah. Actually, I'm gonna watch. (returning to the window and staring out in rapt attention.)
ME: Okay.
MADELEINE: I'm not stalking. I'm only watching in a CURIOUS manner.
ME: Okay.
MADELEINE: (narrating the proceedings of the truck loading the port-a-potty and driving away)
ME: (half listening)
MADELEINE: Okay, it's going now. (full of nostalgia) Good-bye, old friend!
I guess the social isolation of this pandemic has really gotten to us, if Madeleine is feeling plaintive about the removal of a port-a-potty.
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