Teh Smitten and I had a nice Christmas with my family at their new home between Miami and Fort Lauderdale. The first couple days were a bit harried, but Christmas day was spent at the beach and the day after with old friends and dinner at SoBe. To help stretch out the relaxing feeling, I upgraded us to first class for the trip back on Saturday night. About an hour after we landed, we got an irate call from my niece.
Niece: Allez! You left your peepee!!! [Unintelligible yelling…] You get back here right now!!
Me: [Trying real hard not to laugh because she is SERIOUSLY shocked and dismayed that we have LEFT A MAN BEHIND.] Wait, honey, let me put you on speaker… Now tell Teh Smitten what you just said to me.
Niece: Smit! You left your peepee!!!!! [You can hear everyone over the age of 5 laughing on both sides of the line at this point.]
To freshen your memory, here is the previous post about Pipi Le Chick.
The niece had plenty to say about this very serious parental lapse on my and Teh Smitten’s part, for which I should feel lots more guilty. Pipi is very special to her as he has a delightfully soft and plaintive peep, and she knows him well from our Skype video conferences. She demanded that we return immediately and fetch our precious baby. I explained that he must have hidden from us while we were packing so that he could stay and winter with her in Florida. I asked her to take special care of him for us. She was somewhat placated.
We went to the beach on Christmas afternoon. Teh Smitten and I lounged in our chairs and read our new books. The niece crashed after about 10 minutes.
We took mercy on her wee neck and put her in a lounge chair.
So, Christmas was nice. My mom wasn’t on my case for anything. The weather was nice (maybe a little rainy for a couple days), we found a pub down there that serves Belhaven on draft as well as fried p0undcake (which is so wow), and we had a brief respite from cold and gray DC.