Monday morning I stood at the piano bench, putting on my socks. That's my routine. I put my little sausage biscuits in the microwave, grab my socks off the couch-back, and prop my feet on the piano bench one by one (imagine if I was a millipede!) to sock it to myself while my breakfast cooks.
The Pony was already downstairs, stealing a few moments of writing time for Camp NaNoWriMo. I saw him through the stair spindles, coming back towards the couch from the area of my office and the NASCAR bathroom.
"PONY! We need to leave on time this morning. I have duty."
"Okay." I could hear that he was back on the couch.
"Did you go in my office for something?"
"I just wondered. I saw you through the stair rails."
"I saw you walking back."
"Um. I have been laying on the couch since I came down here."
"Oh...it was just a glimpse. A dark shape moving from in front of the bathroom over toward the steps. Like going to the couch."
"Why? Did you see something?"
"Maybe...I heard that soda-opening sound over there."
"Right before you asked me if I'd been in your office."
No wonder The Pony wants to go to college 491.2 miles away from here.
Do dee do dee, do dee do dee...
Let the record show that as I was typing this up, at precisely 9:11 on Monday 4-11-16, (no significance to the date and time, just keeping the record honest) to schedule for posting Wednesday...I HEARD THAT SODA-OPENING SOUND RIGHT OUTSIDE MY OFFICE!