EXES AND OH'S

Find A Way, Find Our Way

Fully bathed, immaculately dressed, and now perfectly glammed up for my Friday list of appointments, Luna and I finally step out of my condo and head off to Kurt's — which is just right next to my unit. 

Since I'm no visitor and I know the passcode to his place, I just went right in without even bothering to knock.

I scrunch my face and cover my nose with my hand as soon as I crack the door open. "Kurt, what are you doing? Did you just fart?!" I yawp at the top of my voice. Luna walks in behind me and she pinches the tip of her nose too, sweet little high-pitched giggles and snorts escaping from her pink lips as she did.

We both find Kurt on the kitchen, scowling at me and scuffling to quickly turn off the cameras set up on top of the counter. He turns to face me and places his palms on the sides of his waist. "Babe! I was doing a live video for my followers!"

I wince with embarrassment but let out sheepish giggles anyway. "Well, I'm sorry! I didn't know you have a thing today! Wait, is Carlos still out jogging? It's a quarter past 8AM already." I try to swerve on the topic.

"Yes, my husband's still sweating his ass on the beach." Kurt mumbles, looking a bit annoyed. But his resting bitch face instantly turns into bliss and blithe as soon as he sees Luna. "Ay! Hola, mi amor! Come give Uncle Kurt a big kiss and hug!" 

He holds out both his arms, all-smiles as he runs to our little moon. But when Luna catches a glimpse of Boots—Kurt and Carl's French Bulldog, she ignores her Uncle Kurt in a heartbeat and runs for the pudgy little critter instead.

"Oh, great! Just look at that little bitch right there. Hogging the attention, like, literally all the time! My followers actually wanted to see more of my dog than my actual cooking videos!" Kurt bursts and throws his hands in the air.

"Hey! I told you not to say the B-word or any curse word when Luna's around!" I whisper-yell and gently prod Kurt's arm while glowering at him. "Right now, she's at this stage where she's repeating literally every word she hears so we have to be extra careful with our filthy mouths!"

Kurt feigns an awed sigh then sardonically smiles at me. "Aw, Charlie! I'm so fricking proud of you, boo! I actually don't hear you cussing anymore since you gave birth to Luna. And you know what? You're absolutely right, we have to protect that child at all costs. Just look at how pure and innocent our little angel is." He rests his arm around the back of my shoulders, and we both turn to look at Luna as she played with Boots on the white fur rug. 

My daughter then stands up and rushes to the console table, trying to power on her Uncle Carl's Alexa.

"Alexa? Alexa? Alexa!" She screeches at the device and turns to look at me with a scowl on her little face. "Mom, she's dead!"

Kurt turns to look at me, and we both chortle. "Okay, you have to admit she's a little devil sometimes. The other day, she pretended to choke on a grape and I almost lost my crap!" 

We both chuckle and shake our heads in amusement. Well, my daughter can indeed get real cheeky and sassy too, just like me. The apple doesn't really fall far from the tree, like they always say. 

I let out a sigh and sweetly holler for my little rascal. "Luna, baby, I think it's just not plugged in. Don't worry, Alexa's completely fine."

And like every other toddler her age, my daughter quickly ignores me and runs around Kurt's humongous living room chasing Boots.

Kurt and I walk back to the kitchen and sit right next to each other on the super cozy but elegant breakfast nook on the corner space.