My middle son, was born in September 1976. Middle son's cousin, my older sister's youngest daughter, was born a month earlier in August. Whenever our family went home to visit from where ever middle son's air force dad was stationed, the two would "play" together. You'll understand the reason I put quotes around play after I relate the following.
It was one of those hot-as-hell Louisiana summer days. Our family of five was staying at my mom and dad's house by Bayou Roberts, a few miles south of Alexandria. Middle son and his cousin had been outside most of the morning and it was time to call them in for a bologna sandwich, chips, and grape Kool-Aid lunch.
They'd been on mom and dad's carport, playing with Mike, my parent's Weimaraner, and a neighbor's much smaller mutt. I looked out the carport window and, sure 'nuff, there they were.
But, wait... I looked more closely. What were they doing? I paused and observed the two soon to be five year olds.
Both dogs were laying close to each other, sprawled out on the cool concrete slab. Middle son was standing next to the small mutt, holding dad's bike pump with both hands - handle all the way up. His face, framed with his remarkable red hair, looked very purposeful and determined.
I had a side view of the slim cousin. She was sitting, cross-legged, next to the mutt, her big brown eyes fixed on middle son. And she was holding the end of the bike pump hose in her four year old hands, moving it toward the mutt's rear end.
"Holy Crap!," I said out loud and quickly opened the door.
"Hey!" I called loudly. Both heads whipped toward me.
"What are you two doing?"
"Nut'in, momma," middle son replied as his face crinkled up.
"Uhhhh...", was cousins's answer as her eyes popped and she dropped the hose.
I stepped out and stood over the kids and the unmoving dogs.
"Momma... momma... we was just... Well, see Mike is so big... and... ahhh... we wanted to make Susie big, too. See, "
Middle son continued as he motioned his head toward the pump.
"So Donnan found my dad's bike pump and we were gonna pump Susie up... See... momma...? We wanted to make her big like Mike."
I held back my laughter and gently discouraged my son and niece from completing their intended task.
But, I don't know. Thinking about it now: Maybe it woulda worked.
Have a great day, Miss Althea.