No longer next door, but still in our hearts, our former neighbors continue to entertain us.
Their four kids call us Mr. and Mrs. Basil, and as a result think of our family as “The Basils.” This week we found out just how ingrained the notion is.
Basil stopped by to see them Tuesday and had fun playing with Cameron, the baby of the bunch. Later that evening Cameron told her sister, Lily, she had seen Mr. Basil.
Lily was envious, but not outdone.
“I want the other one,” she told her mother, Jaclyn, who took some time solving the puzzle. “The other Mr. Basil? There’s just one Mr. Basil,” she told Lily.
(And thank goodness for that!)
But finally Jaclyn figured it out — Lily wanted ME! (You should know that rarely happens; truly, I am an acquired taste, no matter your age.)
Yup, when we visit for a BBQ this weekend, Lily plans to sit next to me. Apparently, we’re going to polish our nails during dinner.
Tonight, Catherine spent some time with the kids. The eldest, Isabelle, wanted to know what Catherine plans to study in college.
When Catherine said she wants to teach small children, Isabelle asked: “What will the kids call you? Miss Vanech or Miss Basil?”