Like so many of us, he a slight bent toward over-reaction and I'm convinced, despite the fact that we were not blood, he passed it on to me.
Be it missed directions, traffic, or a glitch in the plans, he would exclaim, "Well, it's just a D&@N DISASTER!!"
The expression, 'Double D' for short, over the years has become somewhat of a family slogan.
Yesterday, I thought of Popo.
One of the errands Sadie and I had on our list was to get food for a few of the pets. Sustinance the likes of which only PetLand carries.
Sadie was giddy. At Petland, you can hold all of the animals. Sadie wanted to hold only two; the four foot long ball python and the ferret - otherwise known as the grossest animal alive.
The latter, mean and viscious as it was, bit my baby. BIT HER!!!
I'm gonna be really honest with you right now and tell you I was a tiny bit thankful. The ferret was, in one small bite, removed from her wish list for all eternity. Score.
In my haste to complete my purchases and get her the heck outta petland, I swiped my card but failed to carefully check my bag.
What I had asked for was 30 large crickets and two pinky-mice. Go ahead and say it, nasty in a plastic bag. I know.
What I got was just that - with a twist. Right before bed, I remembered the bag and told Tee he needed to feed his snake because the frozen pinky mice would probably be thawed and we all know you can't thaw and then refreeze something because it changes the flavor. Whatever.
Hmmm, frozen? Not so much.
I acidentally bought LIVE baby mice.
Insert Double D here.
Why the Double D, you ask? Tears people, tears. Lots of them.
After Trey, in his insensitivity fed one to Julius the snake, the task that fascinated my children when the mice were frozen suddenly became tantamount to murder when they saw those sweet, barely able walk, baby mice.
Through tears literally shooting horizontally from his eyes, Graham cried, "But the box says 'handle with love'. LOVE mom! KILLING THEM IS NOT LOVE, MOM!! NOT LOVE!!"
Despite the fact that I lied and told my children baby mice were ferocious and bit harder than ferrets, Tee was up literally half the night keeping the thing warm and fed. I know because he gave me hourly status reports.
This morning, they named him Alvin thereby guaranteeing that his impending death will be even a bigger Double D than it is already.
There are many lessons to be learned in this, I'm sure. The first of which is that sometimes the Double D is an overreaction and sometimes, it's merely stating the obvious.