The Baby Leopard saga
Last summer, Papa bought the new operating system from the Tekserve Apple store. That operating system is called "Leopard." At the time, the store was handing out stuffed animal versions of leopards, and they gave me two.
You, Kilian, took to them immediately, as Riley wasn't even born at the time. The dark leopard, you called "Mama Jaguar," and the light leopard you designated "Baby Jaguar."
Given your fixation with soft surfaces, it wasn't long before you took to sleeping with Baby Jaguar (nee Leopard), and you started to throw fits if your sister glommed onto one of them.
Mama Leopard/Jaguar got short shrift during this time.
Around March of this year, we decided to teach you the proper name for the critter, and you took it in stride, calling each Mama or Baby Leopard/Leopardo. Bravo.
However! On Friday, 29 Aug 2008, around 4.15pm, I was taking you to the Jane Street water park, and in taking you out of my bicycle, I fumbled Baby Leopard into the Hudson river.
I quickly shed my pants (I was wearing underwear) and put on swimtrunks, as we had just come from the pool at Soho House. But the tide carried the Leopard away from the pier, and a park ranger told me not to jump in the water, as it was downstream from the garbage dump by 100 yards/100 meters or so.
You screamed horribly when you thought it was going to be lost, and you said "I want baby Leopard tomorrow" over and over again.
You use the words "tomorrow" and "later" interchangeably at this point.
He told us that the current would push the doll onto the rocks at the garbage dump, so I put you back in the bike, and we raced over to the next pier.
That is where things took a turn for the worse: to get to the rocks on the next pier, we had to trespass, and the garbage truck drivers weren't happy about that. We also had to scramble over some slippery rocks, so I was worried about you.
You had stopped crying at this point.
We got to the end of the pier safely, and I attempted to get the Leopard out of the water with a broom that was lying around, but I slipped and fell into the water, inadvertently causing some of the foul brew to splash IN MY MOUTH.
Baby Leopard went UNDER the rocks collected at the end of the pier, and I couldn't lift the rocks to get him.
I felt really bad about this, and I had fallen into really disgusting water.
I took you home on the bike, showered and gargled with mouthwash, and then headed out to the Tekserve store.
They had gotten rid of all of the Leopards earlier this month, but there were three in the store. The kind sales clerk brought all three to me, but they were all dark, like Mama Leopard.
I picked the lightest of the three, and brought it home, worried that you would freak out because it wasn't baby Leopard.
Your mother washed it (it was a bit dusty), and you took it in as one of the "Leopards."
You carry around both with you now, and that crisis appears to have been averted.
Posted by Pops.
You, Kilian, took to them immediately, as Riley wasn't even born at the time. The dark leopard, you called "Mama Jaguar," and the light leopard you designated "Baby Jaguar."
Given your fixation with soft surfaces, it wasn't long before you took to sleeping with Baby Jaguar (nee Leopard), and you started to throw fits if your sister glommed onto one of them.
Mama Leopard/Jaguar got short shrift during this time.
Around March of this year, we decided to teach you the proper name for the critter, and you took it in stride, calling each Mama or Baby Leopard/Leopardo. Bravo.
However! On Friday, 29 Aug 2008, around 4.15pm, I was taking you to the Jane Street water park, and in taking you out of my bicycle, I fumbled Baby Leopard into the Hudson river.
I quickly shed my pants (I was wearing underwear) and put on swimtrunks, as we had just come from the pool at Soho House. But the tide carried the Leopard away from the pier, and a park ranger told me not to jump in the water, as it was downstream from the garbage dump by 100 yards/100 meters or so.
You screamed horribly when you thought it was going to be lost, and you said "I want baby Leopard tomorrow" over and over again.
You use the words "tomorrow" and "later" interchangeably at this point.
He told us that the current would push the doll onto the rocks at the garbage dump, so I put you back in the bike, and we raced over to the next pier.
That is where things took a turn for the worse: to get to the rocks on the next pier, we had to trespass, and the garbage truck drivers weren't happy about that. We also had to scramble over some slippery rocks, so I was worried about you.
You had stopped crying at this point.
We got to the end of the pier safely, and I attempted to get the Leopard out of the water with a broom that was lying around, but I slipped and fell into the water, inadvertently causing some of the foul brew to splash IN MY MOUTH.
Baby Leopard went UNDER the rocks collected at the end of the pier, and I couldn't lift the rocks to get him.
I felt really bad about this, and I had fallen into really disgusting water.
I took you home on the bike, showered and gargled with mouthwash, and then headed out to the Tekserve store.
They had gotten rid of all of the Leopards earlier this month, but there were three in the store. The kind sales clerk brought all three to me, but they were all dark, like Mama Leopard.
I picked the lightest of the three, and brought it home, worried that you would freak out because it wasn't baby Leopard.
Your mother washed it (it was a bit dusty), and you took it in as one of the "Leopards."
You carry around both with you now, and that crisis appears to have been averted.
Posted by Pops.
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