Dash has about a dozen puzzles. He is so good at them, and can put them together with no problems. So in the morning, when he asks to veg out to the television that “does not make [his] brain dumb”, I tell him to work on some puzzles instead.
He is usually excited to put them together, but this morning, he wasn’t too intrigued.
So our exchange went like this:
“Dash…you haven’t put together your Superman puzzle in a long time. I bet you don’t remember how to do it.”
He said, “I can’t do it by myself. I need help.”
(Which he doesn’t, but I was getting Pippi ready, so he wanted a little attention.)
I said, “Uh Oh. Then I’m going to call Crew (Jon’s nephew he met in Utah) and give your puzzles to him.”
(Phone fake dialed)
“Oh hi Crew. You know how you LOVE puzzles? I have a whole bunch that Dash doesn’t know how to do anymore. You do? OK, I will send them to you. You are going to love them….especially that Superman one.”
Dash listened carefully, and after I hung up, he grabbed the phone and asked for Crew’s number.
I dialed Bella.
Bella said, “Hello?”
Dash said, “My mom is going to give Crew all of my puzzles.”
She didn’t understand what was going on, so I took the phone.
I said, “Hi Bella. You know how Crew loves puzzles? Well, Dash has the Superman one that is really rare. They no longer print it anymore, and it is a collector’s item. Well, I’m going to send it to you to give to Crew. OK?”
She said she wanted to talk to Dash.
Then she said, “Oh Dash…Crew is going to just love that really special puzzle. Thank you so much for forgetting how to do it so he can have it. “
He thought for a few seconds.
Then he put the phone up to his lips and said, “NOT!” and hung up.
Then quickly ran off…probably to his Superman puzzle.
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