Max was pissed at me. Not so pissed that I got the fist shake (which is my favorite because it makes him look like some cranky old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn), but I did get the crossed armed, fingers tapping against his biceps, glare.
I had did the most heinous of all Aunt crimes, I had vetoed McDonalds as a possible dining choice. He sat in the desk chair arms and legs crossed, glaring at me and tapping his fingers.
“I’m sorry Pufnstuf,” I said. “We can go to McDonalds on Saturday.”
“NO!” he shouted.
“Come on,” I said. “It’ll be part of our cool day of coolness.”
“Cool day of coolness?” Ray asked and started laughing.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re having a cool day of coolness. You want to come?”
“Hmmm.” Ray looked up and started tapping his chin. “I should see if I can get an early flight out of Seattle so I can come to the cool day of coolness.”
“Admit it,” I said. “You’re a little sad that you’re gonna miss it.”
“I kind of am,” he said.
“You can come to the next cool day of coolness, I promise.”
Incidentally the cool day of coolness involves Jaycie, Max and I going to go see “Over the Hedge” and now, apparently, eating lunch at McDonalds. I, of course, totally spaced that I would take them to the movie on Saturday. But thankfully Sister #2 reminded me.
“I’ve told all my friends about it,” Max said.
“What if I totally bailed out?” I asked.
“Then I guess I would have to tell them I didn’t see it because my Aunt Jodi is a bad, bad lady.”
God I love that kid.