Hick has been oozing adoration since Wednesday. He can't help himself. He's so sweet, so attentive, stroking the object of his affection whenever he's near. He brought The Lovey home with him, flaunting his darling in front of me as soon as they came through the door.
"Look at what my buddy made for me! I was wondering... maybe... I know you're really good at handwriting... but do you think you could color it in?"
What in the NOT-HEAVEN??? You'd think he was asking me to perform a delicate experimental brain surgery on the object of his affection! Of course I can color within the lines. I'm a VALedictorian, you know!
Hick wants it to stand out. So far he's only mentioned the big gun, and the knife. Then his buddy will put a coat of polyethylene on it, and Hick will hang it in his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit 2.5). Right now he can't decide on using color from markers or colored pencils or paint pens. He's asked me repeated times if I know how to use each one. He's planning to go to Hobby Lobby for the supplies.
Meanwhile, Hick always has The Lovey close to him. Holding it. Stroking it. He sits on the long couch with it, instead of in his recliner. And continues to question my coloring skills.
"I guess at the worst, if you get out of the lines, I could sand it down a little to get colored pencil off. But marker would soak in. And paint, I don't know."
I'm starting to feel the pressure.
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