On Sunday Jason, Kyle, and I had the privilege of hanging out with ManChild. ManChild is the ten-year-old child of our friend Theresa, who blogs (not nearly enough, cough, cough) here. We had met him this summer when he first moved to the District, but this would be our first long hang-out session. I thought I was prepared right up until mid-afternoon yesterday when the texts started coming in.
You see, Jason the Truffle Pig/ManChild and ManChild seem at first glance to have a lot in common, including several friends, who were eager to hear how the night would go. I realized then that if it wasn’t documented properly it would cause great disappointment. And what if it wasn’t even funny? What would even happen then?
What if it wasn’t even funny? What was I thinking?! Of course it was! I knew it would be as soon as ManChild walked through the door and started putting our historical knowledge to the test. “When did South America separate from Africa? And how did they fit together anyway?” or “You know Isaac Newton discovered (whatever it is he discovered. I can’t even remember), and that’s why he’s famous?” or “Does your cat get hairballs? . . . And what are hairballs, anyway?”
I didn’t really know the answers to any of those questions. Wikipedia is my friend. I am fairly certain that we don’t keep a body in our coffee table/trunk, even though it’s big enough to hold one, so at least fielded that pretty well.
Despite my lack of knowledge, though, there’s one thing that I do know, and that is that the guys really do have a lot in common. Mostly, they both like to tease Jackie the Cat. I’m finally starting to understand why she hates us so much.
Jackie is a cat who likes to eat, sleep, and act demonic. We weighed her, right before ManChild composed a few new songs about her. The songs were funny because they were, and also because there is someone else in our house who likes to make up songs about how Jackie worships the devil or how he’s going to amputate Coco’s paw to install a robotic arm. I’m not allowed to tell you about those songs, so I’m just blogging the knowledge of their existence to you. I’m also not sure what the etiquette is on posting videos of kids singing songs about cats, but let’s just say that they do exist. In the meantime, here’s a pic of Jackie being forced to participate in the world’s longest game of Uno:
The ManChildren also share a common love of football and cologne and burnt French Fries (I could have sworn there was nothing in the oven when I DID check it before preheating!). Well, sort of. They share a love of trying (“just in case they’re better than they look”) and rejecting burnt French Fries but disagree over whether they should be fed to poor Coco, who spent the evening in her crate since she’s not on her best behavior around children, probably because she knows that it means she can take refuge in her crate when people are making up songs about the cat. I can’t imagine Jackie will be on her best behavior around anyone ever again.
Anyway, we had a great night! Uno, Go Fish, an attempt at Bananagrams, Gangnam Style danceoff, showing Jackie some love, and watching “Ernest in the Army” (which, it turns out, is full of some really awful stereotypes. I’m sorry, TT, it had been a loooong time since I’d seen it). The Truffle Pig and the ManChild are certainly kindred entertainment spirits. The only thing I’d change for next time is adding a camera to livestream those Jackie ballads.