Monday, February 16, 2009


A few weeks ago, I wrote about this cuter than cute little girl, Ryan, who loves Elijah (Jan 9th – ed.). Until recently, Eli wouldn’t give her the time of day. Until recently.

Let me back up. Yesterday, Steve brought Finn and Rory over for some Sunday afternoon destruction while Diana did our taxes. I laid on Eli’s bedroom floor with Grover and let Rory grab my nose while Steve and Finn pitched a heated Star Wars battle against the Dark Side of The Force.

Eli, not knowing a thing about Star Wars, was content with running around shouting. He would occasionally cross Steve and Finn’s path. They would see him and shout, “It’s Yoda! Peew peew peew (laser sound effects)!”

Suddenly, Elijah stood in his tracks and started yelling “Rhona! Rhona! Rhonnnnna!” He calls Ryan “Rhona.” I have no idea why. It’s not important to this story.

His yelling was so passionate, it conjured up images of Marlon Brando in “A Streetcar Named Desire.” Or Ned Flanders in the Simpsons parody of “A Streetcar Named Desire.”

All Star Wars and nose grabbing halted as we watched Eli cry out for his love. It was as though watching his lazy father and emotionally stunted uncle suddenly made him realize what he was missing in ignoring cute Ryan.

Eli composed himself after a few tense moments and went back to trying to tickle Finn, who went back to trying to kill imaginary robots.

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