The Scary Story

Amy wrote it best on Facebook:

Prom goers backed their truck into Eddy on trike. No broken bones.

     The next day, the neighbor kid came over to check on Ed, bring him some ice cream, apologize.

     Kid: "I'm sorry, We're going to fix your bike."

     Ed as a threat, passing through on his way to dinner: "You better."

     Then Ed still on the move: "I forgive you."

     Then talking to himself as he walks into the kitchen, "I forgive him, but he's a bad driver. He's a bad driver."

     He can sure tell it like it is, when he wants to...he was pretty quick on the forgiveness after coming home fighting mad at "the idiots that backed into him, knocked him over stuck in the pedals" scary and the trike is afterall his one speck of independence...(End of Amy's Post.)

     As Amy is busy in the kitchen making Sunday dinner, she jokes: “Now that Ed is laid up, we’re going to have to have the Ward bring meals in. Since Ed prepares all our meals, does all the dishes, mops and vacuums all the floor, makes the beds, does all the laundry, we’re in big trouble with him injured.”

    “Yes,” I add, “and we need to have them bring meals in to the cats too. Not just any old cat food. We’ll have to tell them where to order it from. Our cats eat special food.”

More Edisms:

     "I guess I’m going to have to break down and do the vacuuming,” I proclaim.

      “Not you,” Ed lets me know, “You’re in bad condition.”

     “I think I’m about ready to start riding my trike,” I say to Ed. “FAT CHANCE,” he proclaims.

     Coming down to breakfast on a Sunday morning and seeing that his juice was ready, he scolds: “I was going to make my juice. It’s my job; not yours.”

     I was trying to show him how to pull each layer up separately when making his bed: “First the sheet, then the blanket, then the comforter,” I explain as I demonstrate. “You do it your way and I’ll do it mine,” he tells me emphatically. Brent had already taught him how to make his bed and he needed no further instructions.

     DeRay and I were talking about whether to plant a garden this year. Ed chimes in:  “Mother Nature will provide.”

     “Of all the people I know, who is dumb enough to plant a garden?” DeRay asks.

     “We are,” Ed confirms.