My friend Jane was watching her 6 year-old Irish nephew, Ian, earlier this week while the movers packed up his house. He and his family moved to California on Thanksgiving. I ran into them walking outside. Jane and I chatted for a minute while Ian hid from Doodle Dog because he is still afraid of him.
Me: Ian, I don’t think I will get to see you again before you move, so will you do something for me?
Ian: Sure!
Me: Will you give a hug to your mom and dad and Pixie and your baby sister for me and tell them all to have a safe move to California?
Ian (Please imagine the disarmingly adorable Irish brogue): Sure, I will do that, except I don’t think I will hug my brudder.
Me (Knowing the answer, of course): How come?
Ian: Because I don’t like him. I will hug everyone else, though because I do like them.
Mrs. Mulder sent you a hug, but I am going to punch you instead.
Me: How about you just tell him I sent him a hug?
Ian (Happy to have reached a solution): Okay! Sure!
Safe travels Irish Contingent, we will miss you. Enjoy the California sunshine!
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