Misdisplayed Fingers

We were all in the den – Calfgrit5 and I were lying on the floor playing Lego Star Wars, Calfgrit8 was on his mother’s computer, and Cowgrit was lying on the sofa reading a book. I asked Cowgrit a question (I forget what I asked). She lowered her book and answered me with a rather annoyed look.

A couple of minutes later, I asked her another question. Cowgrit lowered her book and answered me with a more annoyed look.

I pointed out that she was trying to read a book in the busy family room. “You could be reading in any room in the house, but you choose the one room where the boys are playing?”

“Well,” she said, “the boys aren’t bothering me.”

Oh, yeah. Oops. As an apology, I held up my hand to make the “I love you” sign (a common salute in our family). But when I lifted my hand, my fingers didn’t form the correct sign. I caught my mistake just before the unintended sign fully formed, and I corrected myself. We both knew what I had almost (unintentionally, honestly) done, and we chuckled.

“I was just thinking ‘You’re number one with me,’” I explained.

Cowgrit used her book to conceal her return salute from the boys, “You’re number one with me, too.”

We both laughed and looked around nervously to see if either of the boys had noticed our gestures. They hadn’t, so our mutual first ranking with each other is our little secret.

Bullgrit