Beau: Excuse me Louise. That is not a picture of me and as this is my blog, who said you could put a photo of a deer on it?
Me: I did.
Beau: And who gave you that permission?
Me: I did.
Beau: And what about me?
Me: Well Beau, you gotta admit, he’s rather cute.
Beau: What difference does that make? He’s not me and this is my blog. I decide who gets to appear on it.
Me: Well Beau… that’s not quite true. As the one working the keyboard, I kind of have the final say.
Beau: Under my tutelage.
Me: Ummm…. Well…. if you say so???
Beau: I do say so.
Beau: Keep your ‘but’ out of it Louise. I am the centre of attraction on this here blog.
Me: That’s true Beau, but I’m here on Gabriola Island at your Auntie Annie and Uncle Lee’s house and I’m the one typing and watching the deer outside my window…
Beau: Right. And I’m the one you left at home. Again.
Me: With C.C. Beau. He’s a great companion.
Beau: That’s beside the point Louise.
Me: Oh. There’s a point to this conversation Beau?
Beau: Sarcasm is not your strong suit Louise. And yes, there’s always a point to every conversation.
Me: So pray tell… what’s the point to this one?
Beau: Again with the sarcasm Louise? So not cool.
Me: (with a tinge of sarcasm) Oh dear. So sorry Beau…
Beau: You’re still doing it.
Me: (feigning innocence) Doing what?
Beau: Oh my. That ocean air must have befuddled your mind Louise. You’re really into the sarcasm this morning! Stop it.
Me: Oh my. So sorry Beau. I’ll stop…. Soon.
Beau: Louise. Louise. Louise. It brings me back to my point.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
Beau: Right. Now where was I?
Me: Your point?
Beau: Right. So… There you are, gallivanting around the country again and here I am, left at home. Again. Doesn’t seem fair to me.
Me: Well… I’m not sure fair has anything to do with it Beau. It just is what it is.
Beau: Well what it ‘is’, is unfair.
Me: Oh. I see.
Beau: That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say? “I see”?
Me: I don’t know what else I can say, Beau. I’m here. You’re there.
Beau: How about, “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Me: That wouldn’t be true.
Beau: As in, it will happen again?
Me: Yes Beau.
Beau: Well… that’s not reassuring.
Me: Would you rather I lie?
Beau: I’d rather you make the truth something else.
Me: It is what it is.
Beau: Then I’d rather the ‘what it is’ be ‘what it isn’t’.
Me: Life is full of what is’s that we wish weren’t Beau. The secret is to accept what is so we can live in peace.
Beau: You hoomans seem to be doing a pretty poor job of the ‘living in peace’ part these days.
Me: That is so true Beau.
Beau: Perhaps if you were less convinced you could make your what is into someone else’s what is, there’d be more space for everyone’s what is’s to co-exist in peace.
Me: Ummm…. maybe?
Beau: For sure. And btw Louise…
Me: Yes Beau?
Beau: What is true right now is that I accept you’ve shared a photo of a deer outside your window. What I do not accept is that you think it’s okay to do it without my permission.
Me: Can I get retroactive approval?
Beau: As I am Beaumont the Magnanimous and Magnificent, you can. Approval hereby granted.
Me: Thank you Beau.
Beau: You’re welcome. Now… about your being away for another two weeks…
Me: Can we just let that one go for now Beau? Please? I really want to spend time with ‘the Littles’ without worrying about you.
Beau: Hmmm…. Well…. as I am feeling a bit magnanimous right now… Okay. But we’ll have to talk when you get back. Agreed?
Me: Yes Beau.
Maybe he’ll forget by the time I get home… I can only hope…
Beau: Ain’t happenin’ Louise.
Sigh. I fear that’s true.