You know, Mommy, I like being with you.I don’t know what brought that on, Xena, but I like you being with me, too.
Sometimes, though, it gets a little boring.I know, but you just can’t stay by yourself with Ludwig while I am up in the balcony downloading Sunday’s audio.
Oh, no, I don’t want to. I think he wanted to take my temperature, and you know how I hate that. And why does he talk so funny?
He’s German, and he just moved here and…and what do you mean he wants to take your temperature!?I don’t know, Mommy. Hey, what’s that on the floor? I think I’ll go check it out.
How about if you just stay put; I’m almost done. Then we may have to go have a little talk with Mr. Ludwig.
I’m never going to date a German!
I understand that bad experiences can make us feel like that. But there’s something you should know. *sigh* That’s exactly what I said to your Dad when we were dating. Do you know what he answered me?
No, Mommy, tell me! Did he say they are bad and you should never, ever date a German?
No, baby girl. He said he’s half German. *sigh*Oh! I’m glad you dated Daddy. Maybe Ludwig isn’t so bad. Let’s go talk to him.
To be continued…