moosh in indy.

the moosh has hit a stage of life I didn’t think was going to come for another 10 years at least. She’s got a crush, a mad serious crush. At first I thought it was just for a couple of days, Jack’s mom and I spent a lot of time together while our husbands were held captive by the walls of the Law library and the moosh took a particular hankering to her nearly one year old son. (Who could blame her really?) Jack has been visiting his Grandmas and Grandpas for the holidays and won’t be back for a few more days and while the moosh has requested his presence several times, today she took matters into her own hands. I don’t know if she thinks I’m lying, the concept of Jack being 1,300 miles away is lost on her, she thinks I’m trying to toss her off on some older man or if she thinks that we had a Shakespearean moment and are keeping the star crossed lovers apart. Whatever it is today she had had enough. She’s played with a few other boys in Jack ’s absence, all older than her beloved and all charming gentlemen. But every time one of them comes around she waits until the new boy is out of earshot and comes to me and asks, “Jack?” She normally takes my response of him being in Utah fairly well and only sulks for a minute. But today as we were walking by Jack’s door with Tom she made her desperate romantic gesture. She ran up the stairs of Jack’s house and pounded at the door crying “JACK! Jaaaaack!” as desperate as any dejected woman ever has. When there was no response we had to return the weepy ball of moosh home. Tom, who has learned to walk recently, is enamoured with the moosh. He tried to hug her and share his soy milk with her as if to say “I’m here for you baby”. I say tried because whenever Tom came close to her she pushed him away in disgust, wanting to be able to tell Jack that there’s no other man in the world for her.

So Jack, wherever you are, know that you are being pined over and desired by a curly haired blond in Indiana.