Muddin'

The pups greeted their Father's Day gift mission quite differently, then came together at the end result to both agreeing that the entire idea was of the sort that when their minds danced around the vision, it included neon signs, applause and flowers being tossed at their feet to roars of "Bravo!  Bravo, encore!"  If I had to guess, the youngest of the two even envisioned a few women dabbing the corners of their eyes to absorb how moving their gift was.  

In reality, the thing was a fucking nightmare with good intentions and carefully staged actors on the box, huge smiles plastered to their lying gums.  They, wanted, to make something for Daddy.  Something messy.  Something breakable, edible, walkable, lickable.... mineral, vegetable?  I don't damn well know, their demands and aspirations were exhausting until the epiphany arrived like a beam of light from God.  

Stepping stone.  Stepping stone for Dad.

One hour post prep I announced the personalization process was starting and they ran into the room (one even bringing her best friend and confidant DuckDuck, looked around and ultimately slid to a halt to make trade for obvious disappointment.

"We has muds?" asked Kylee?

"Muds.  Right here, step on up."

"Noooooo, m.u.d.s.!"

Her idea of concrete is the exact same as mud, that much I understand.  I did not know however, was that when I said we could put our feet into a mold, she thought I was referring to a mud pit akin to a monster truck rally to be her personal canvas.  

The Russian scowled at his little sister.

"I told you it was a ruse!  Fool!"

Simon too had an idea of the same product, and his was confirmed by the square drying in the mold, waiting to identify him.  Alas, his version of the gift was some sort of high end plot to garner his fingerprints under false pretenses. 

I did clean it up somewhat, but it is actually their feet.  Bribes were made, treats handed out, submission, tears of pity..... and no cooperation came until I began to shriek and flail through the same clenched teeth your mother had when you didn't listen and come when told to, forcing her to drag your ass and end up looking like the foolish headcase.  They swore they had no clue I was serious, jeez Ma, what's the big deal sheesh?

-DM