New Year's Eve, long ago, the girls and I baby sat for them while their parents went to a
first night celebration. Brian warned me that "sitting" with Graham was an euphemism.
The warning seemed ominous. How could this sweet baby do anything so awful?
I had our own little party planned. At this time, Hunter was just past being a toddler and
Graham was still in pajama's with attached feet. Hunter and Graham had been playing
with Diane and Sally. Suddenly, Hunter began crying, real tears, and she said she thought
Graham had hit her. Sally, Diane and Marsha hovered over her, soothing and caressing.
She began to scream and cry even more. "Does it hurt that bad, honey." As she answered
she pointed toward the kitchen, "No it doesn't hurt any more, but Graham's climbing in
the freezer." My back was toward the kitchen, but Hunter had a direct view of the
refrigerator.
In the instant it took me to turn around, I thought how can Graham be in the freezer.
But there he was. He had dragged a kitchen chair over to the refrigerator, opened the
door of the freezer and some how climbed right into it. By the time I got to him, his
whole body was in the freezer. I looked at him sitting there, in his little blue jammies
with a big, endearing smile on his face. He was so pleased with his accomplishment.
I was not so much pleased as impressed that he could pull off such a maneuver. However, all good fun must come to an end, so I reached in a pulled him out. Then he started crying and screaming, not wanting to be a mere mortal walking on a linoleum floor but freezer man in his blue hero suit saving the world from freezer burn.
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