Two Peas in a Pod
NOTE: Any resemblance to Josh and Emma and actual events is purely coincidental. Raine and I are…Raine and I. What we did actually happened.
No animals were harmed during this story. Especially fish.
Tuesday. Huntsville.
Tosh and Gemma’s next fishing adventure requires live minnows. Tosh heads to the bait and tackle store to collect the perfect specimens.
Tommy (also not a real name): “What is a tackle, anyway?”
This is a good question.
The rest of us source…poutine. Merci, Eh! Muskoka Poutine (real ) does not disappoint.
Following a coma-inducing feast of poutine we meander to Big Daddy’s Fresh Meat (real) for sausages for a future meal. Tosh wants to drop off the minnows in the truck first.
Next events take place in slow motion.
Tosh reaches to open the tailgate.
Emma: (muffled through her mask) “BABE! NOT…”
Tosh opens the trunk.
The trunk beeps. Trunk opens.
Tosh thinks…”I don’t remember the CX-9 beeping when the trunk opened before. Was that an Acura logo? Why are the back seats down? Why is that guy getting out of the passenger side?
Emma: (muffled through her mask) “…OUR TRUCK!!!”
Tosh: (with all the smoothness of Tom Brady sneaking out of the pocket to avoid being sacked) “Sorry Dude. Wrong truck.”
Dude: “No problem.”
Raine and I: laugh and laugh and laugh…
Tuesday. Kingston. Moving Day. Two Weeks Later.
This is an amazing day! Tosh and Gemma have the keys for their first condo! Raine and I are helping to clean it top to bottom and move in their essentials. Tosh and I have emptied the Jeep. I am now working on emptying the CX-9 while Raine opens up her second bottle of bleach in the kitchen.
Gemma takes a break from cleaning to pop down to help with some boxes. The condo is on the third floor. There’s no elevator, but it’s OK…we’re just moving essentials today. Mostly bags and boxes.
So I keep hoofing things up to the third floor. Gemma takes them to the condo. The system is smooth.
Gemma comes down to the ground floor to pick up a box. I make a couple of quick trips up and down to drop more boxes at the end of the hall.
Hmmmm…the pile at the end of the hall is getting bigger. Where did Gemma go?
On the next trip, I meet Gemma entering the stairwell from the second floor.
Gemma: “Jamie. I went to the apartment. But the door was locked. So I knocked on the door. A stranger answered. I said ‘Wait. You’re not my mom.’
Gemma tried to open someone else’s truck.
They are two peas in a pod.
Love those kids.
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