Joshua said to Hannah. He was being his usual indulgent self with his littlest sister. No matter how much we try and convince him she's not a baby anymore, or a toddler, he still coddles her. Today she wanted to write a "scrip. And maybe we can write a commercial into our show." She said.
I'm sure, as a twelve year old boy, writing a "scrip" with his littlest sister wasn't high on his priority to-do list for this particular lazy summer day. But there he was anyway, sitting on the floor writing away every thing Hannah was telling him. The "baby," as he still sometimes calls her, can make him do just about anything. Never mind she knows how to write well enough, and didn't really need him to be her secretary.
"No. I don't like Harry Hench-cliff," Hannah said in her I-am-old-and-wise tone of voice. "It's not a very snappy name. We need a snappy name. Like George. Or Mario."
"I think Harry Hench-Cliff is very snappy," Joshua said.
"Listen to me," she said, "I know snappy and Harry Hench-cliff is not snappy. Now George. That's a snappy name." True to her seven-year-old self, she learned a new word and decided to add it to her ever growing vocabulary with gusto. I wondered where she heard the word, snappy, in the first place.
"Harry is too snappy."
"No, Josh," Hannah said, patronizing him. "Harry is not snappy. Trust me. Mario is snappy. Don't you think Mario is snappy?"
"I guess," He said, relenting.
Later I asked Joshua if they finished their "scrip." "Yeah," he replied, "But I couldn't get it to print on the downstairs computer.
"So, uh, what name did you end up with?"
Joshua sighed, "Mario. Mario Mews with the Morning News. Apparently, I 'get' to be Mario." He made the quote marks gesture as his cheeks pinked up with embarrassment. "So much for Harry Hench-Cliff."
