The Beatles are Back: Excitement Levels May Vary

Posted on March 5, 2010
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Before I flew home, I contacted some of my close friends and family to let them know I’d be in town, but took special precautions not to let Little BFF and Co. learn about my plans to travel east. I thought it would be fun to surprise them at Sunday Dinner, which has now become Saturday Dinner out here because of the time change, and bed times, but nonetheless, I imagined that I’d show up for dinner, and all the kids would dive toward me like an unruly group of screaming girls at a Beatles’ concert.

In case you didn’t know, I’m kind of like The Beatles around here.

I walked into my mom’s house Saturday evening, and as I waited for a red carpet to come rolling from beneath my feet, and some sort of celebratory music to play overhead (I envisioned graduation music) nothing happened.
The group stood frozen.
One of my cousins was even squinting.
It took about three full seconds until someone actually noticed me (had it been longer my self-esteem might have been mildly affected) and of course that someone was Little BFF.

“Sibby! It’s REALLY you!” she yelled as she ran into my arms.

Of course it was really me.
Little BFF is way to smart to hug an impostor.

It took another few seconds for the rest of the gang to realize that I, The Beetles, was in fact standing there — right before their very eyes, and then one by one the kids came at me running and screaming, and we hugged and kissed, and then there was more screaming, also some dancing, and I think there might have been drool involved.
What? I was excited.

With Little BFF turning 9 in May, she understands the concept of time (as in, she understands that it’s been five months since the last time I was home) but I wasn’t sure if Little Punk, and Punk Brother even knew what “time” meant. Somewhere in the midst of the little rats trying to fill me in on EVERY.SINGLE.DETAIL of their lives, from dentist appointments to their newest toy, I managed to grab Punk Brother, put him in my lap, and ask, “Do you understand the concept of time?” He shook his head ‘No’ so I go, “Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve seen me?” he thought about it and goes, “Yes. I think one year” and then he gave me a hug.

Internet, I melted.

Then I threw him off my lap gently moved him to the side, grabbed Little Punk, and go, “Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve seen me? and she goes, “Mmm…six days.”

Apparently, The Beatles didn’t have the same effect on everyone.

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