The Fur Person
Ben was going down to Dunkin Donuts this morning for a croissant because damn, we're all out. Of course, I don't have a winter coat that fits him yet. It’s been so warm this year, I haven’t even thought to make the annual pilgrimage to buy ten pairs of gloves, hats, winter coats, boots. The beauty of hand me downs means I don't look like a total loser mother because at least two of my kids have winter wear at the right time.
I told him to go in the closet and see what fits. He can wear some of Jeanine's stuff. What does he pull out?
My mother's fur coat.
Is it mink? He asks, while putting it on.
Yes.
Is it real?
Yes.
Is it expensive?
Yes.
(I am in SO MUCH trouble with this boy)
Can I wear it?
Not to Dunkin Donuts.
Why?
You can't spill on it Ben.
Is it worth a million dollars?
No, try a couple thousand. And it was your grandmother's so it's irreplaceable.
Notice I don't mention she really gave it to them, not to me.
Can I wear it to downeast?
We are traveling to the bitter cold of downeast Maine for Thanksgiving. A house with no heat, no insulation and the wind off the water. I was eyeing it, too.
Yes.
And then he carefully takes the hanger out of the closet and puts the coat back on it, a behavior I have explained, exhibited and encouraged but never seen from him.
My son, the fur person.
I’m in so much trouble.
(Please note a tip of the hat to May Sarton, as "The Fur Person" is one of my all time favorite books.)
I told him to go in the closet and see what fits. He can wear some of Jeanine's stuff. What does he pull out?
My mother's fur coat.
Is it mink? He asks, while putting it on.
Yes.
Is it real?
Yes.
Is it expensive?
Yes.
(I am in SO MUCH trouble with this boy)
Can I wear it?
Not to Dunkin Donuts.
Why?
You can't spill on it Ben.
Is it worth a million dollars?
No, try a couple thousand. And it was your grandmother's so it's irreplaceable.
Notice I don't mention she really gave it to them, not to me.
Can I wear it to downeast?
We are traveling to the bitter cold of downeast Maine for Thanksgiving. A house with no heat, no insulation and the wind off the water. I was eyeing it, too.
Yes.
And then he carefully takes the hanger out of the closet and puts the coat back on it, a behavior I have explained, exhibited and encouraged but never seen from him.
My son, the fur person.
I’m in so much trouble.
(Please note a tip of the hat to May Sarton, as "The Fur Person" is one of my all time favorite books.)
posted by Sara at 11:12 AM
9 Comments:
At least he appreciates the finer things in life!
better keep him away from oysters and cavier
can i wear it while you are here? LOL
Donald, Walter decided that he's look like a bear with an orange hat on, so we thought maybe it would be better to leave it at home.
you know, crazy Maine hunters.
Laura, we've already given him oysters. and his grandmother was feeding him pate when he was ten months old. The damage is done.
He is THAT tall already? Yikes !
He is THAT tall already? :)
He is THAT tall already? :)
He is THAT tall already? :)
yes, he is... he told me he would be taller than me before he leaves middle school.
I think he's going to be right.
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