Aug
Posted on 24th August 2009
It’s Monday and I am back in Cleveland visiting my parents for a few days. A few of my siblings and their kids were just here visiting but I decided to come immediately after them so I wouldn’t have to compete with any of them for my parents’ money or attention. Plus, I figured if I came the day after all of them left it would be all that much more impressive that I can speak in full sentences and go to the bathroom all by myself, which- for the record- is a lot more than I can say for some of my nieces and nephews. And this has been going on for, like, three years now with some of them.
I got into Cleveland yesterday. I flew into the Akron/Canton airport because it is cheaper and not that much further from my parents’ house. I called my sister and asked her for a ride home but she said she was “busy” with her “family” and “couldn’t come get me right now.” She said it with a certain tone that suggested that when she said “family” she was talking about her own family and not the family that she and I are part of together, the one where I am pretty sure I am the most popular and favorite kid. I am pretty sure my sister was trying to rub it in my face that she is married and has a kid and a job and her own house and stuff and I don’t have any of those things but I wouldn’t know for sure because I hung up on her before she had a chance to finish her sentence.
I ended up renting a car at the airport, which I paid for WITH MY OWN MONEY. It was a Nissan Sentra, which is a perfectly reasonable car to drive. I could have picked out something nicer, but I decided not to.
After I got my rental car, I drove to my parents house to see them. When I got there they said they weren’t expecting me, which I thought was a funny joke. They didn’t seem particularly excited to see me either and I asked why and they said that they just saw me a week ago so it wasn’t that big of a deal to see me again. I am pretty sure they still love me the most though even if they didn’t look away from the newspaper or their programs when I walked into their house and asked for some money and food that doesn’t suck to eat.
Once I got settled back at home, I decided to cook some pasta for me and my parents but mostly for me. I did it all on my own and didn’t need any help whatsoever even though my parents did end up helping me a bit. The pasta was really good. I combined elbow macaroni and then some other kind because it was more fun that way. My parents said they never saw someone cook so much pasta all in one pot like I did. I am the best kid!
Tonight, we are talking about having pizza for dinner. I really love pizza. My mom asked if we should order one big pizza for dinner and I said “Aren’t you guys going to have any?” Then we all just laughed and laughed about the joke I just made. It is really nice to see how much enjoyment they get out of hanging out with their favorite kid.
While at my parents’ house, I am staying in what is known as “the little bedroom.” They said the room I had growing up is now a “guest room” and that I can’t stay in there because they painted it and got new carpet. There is another big bedroom there but I am not allowed to stay in that one because that is for kids who give them grandchildren (“you mean kids who have their own dumb kids who can’t talk or go the bathroom on their own,” I said to them). There is a crib in there and also air conditioning. The room I am staying in has an ironing board and a bunch of boxes of things that I am not supposed to open up and look through no matter how late it is and no matter how not tired I am. There is a bird’s nest in this room too because there is a crack in the wall by the air conditioner that doesn’t work anymore. It is so cool! It is almost like I am camping.
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