September 28th 2011 7:17 pm
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I have finally decided that Middle Lad's Band Friend is OK. Ever since the beginning of August, Mom and Band Friend's Mom have been sharing driving duties to transport Middle Lad and Band Friend. They are both part of "The Pit." "The Pit" is comprised of the instruments that are at the front of the Football Field during the Marching Band Show. Middle Lad plays the Synthesizer. (And for any old-time Marching Band Geeks -- the new-fangled Marching Bands roll out sound carts with a generator so that Synthesizers and Electric Guitars are part of the show.)
Anyway, I have not once said hello to Band Friend in all the time of car-pooling. When Band Friend gets into the van, I get in Mom's lap until Middle Lad arrives, or go straight to Middle Lad's lap if the boys get in the van at the same time.
Band Friend certainly SMELLS Good. Not only does he have his own dog at home, but even with the onset of cooler weather, teenage boys who have been playing musical instruments are pretty stinky. Probably not as stinky as football players, but the smell is quite pleasant to a dog nose. Middle Lad always needs a through smell-over after Marching Band.
Pennie ALWAYS greets Band Friend. I do trust her judgement -- I am certain that she checks Band Friend over thoroughly, but in a surreptitious manner, so he doesn't realize that ever time he rides in the van he has been checked that he is not a terrorist.
I finally decided that after almost two months of car-pooling, that I would say "hello" to Band Friend. I jumped into the back seat, gave him a quick sniff over, and then went to sit on Middle Lad's Lap. Perhaps I shall begin to greet Band Friend more often. I shall have to see how I feel next car-pool time.
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You are a wise, cautious Sophie. Have you recovered from your ordeal of being left outside, shamefully forgotten?