Bunnies and Man Feel Good

So we have chipmunks. And bunnies. Lots of bunnies. James named them: Wookist (like wookie), pookist, and tookist. Then one day we saw a tiny tiny teeny little poofy thing that was actually a bunny. James named him hop-hop. So we have four bunny friends. We leave carrot tops and older carrots in the backyard for them to snack on – the carrots usually vanish before the next morning. Apart from feeding them, we think they hang out in our backyard because we don’t have a dog or a cat.

Wookist, Pookist and Tookist

 

Hop-Hop

 

When we moved, we didn’t have a lot of stuff you need for a house. Like, we didn’t have a lawn mower or a hose or a rake or shovels or any of that stuff. I asked our neighbors (from NY) who they use for their lawn and they gave us the number of the guy they use. His name is Manuel. I told James that a man named Manuel would be coming to help us and cut our grass and help keep our grass, bushes and trees and plants healthy. He seemed to get it but was a little upset because he thought Manuel was going to hurt the grass by cutting it. We had to tell James it was like giving the grass a haircut. So Manuel and I spoke and since he did our neighbors’ lawn on Wednesday he would like to do ours on Wednesday and I said that was totally fine. So one Wednesday passes and James watches the guys through the window like a stalker. Like he can’t pull himself away – the weedwacker, the lawnmower, the hedge trimmers, the bags, the truck, etc What is this tool? What does it do? How does it work? Why is he using that? Can I use that? Question after question after question J Loved it. Loved Manuel.

So the next week rolls around and I don’t really think too much about Manuel coming but James asked what day it was (like he does every morning) and I told him it was Wednesday. A few hours later we were having snack and then this happened:

James: “Mom is Man feel good coming today?”

Me: “What?”

James: “Is Man feel good coming over to the house today?”

Me: silent but thinking thoughts swirling. What in God’s name is James talking about. Man feel good man feel good. Over and over again in my head just staring at James and then I say, “Oh my God do you mean Manuel?!?!”

James: “Yeah, Man feel good. Is he coming to do the lawn today?”

James was hearing us say “man-well” and started calling him man feel good. He has since corrected himself but Doug and I still call him Man feel good. We’ll say to one another – have you seen the bill from man feel good? Or, Did man feel good come today? Can you get the name of man feel good’s friend who does the sprinklers today?

I cannot imagine life without James.