Something I Thought was Great

Izzo and Magnus, chillin' like villains. She loves to teach him new tricks.

I meant to blog about this over the weekend and then I got all distracted. When I told CNKelly that I was going to the kennel to pick up Magnus (Manus!), she told me that, on the day after I thought I had broken my foot, Kelly told Izzo that she was coming over here to take me to the doctor and Izzo wanted to come along. Kelly reminded her that she was going to the Reds game with Mimi and Papa, but Izzo wanted to come over here anyway, so that she could train Manus to get me things that I might need while I couldn't walk on my foot. That might be the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

I love kids. They are so open-hearted and have such an unjaded perspective on life. I mean, that is just such a great reflection on the way their minds work. I try to keep a little piece of that simplistic optimism alive inside of me but it's hard because so much of my heart is cold and dead and the part that isn't is wrapped in a dark cloak of cynicsm and sarcasm.

OK, that last line was just for literary effect. I enjoy my flair for the dramatic!

Izzo is, hands down, one of the best kids I've ever met, which is the reason I love it when we can all hang out when Tommy comes to visit. They play so well together; it is seriously heart-melting to watch, particularly when they get so engrossed in what they are doing that they forget any grown-ups are around watching them. I need to get Tommy down here on some weekend visits again. I've missed that.