What I said: Well, it seems he plans to leave them there.
Ernie: Why he does leave them there? It not Christmas anymore and “dey bwoken”.
What I said: Honey, I think he is too busy or maybe just forgot.
Ernie: Mommy, why we can’t "wemind" him?
What I said: Like I said, I think he is too busy or maybe he likes them.
Ernie: Why Mommy? I not “yike dem”. "Yets wemind" him.
What I said: I know baby. I know.
What I would have said if I were kind and benevolent: Well, sweetie. He is doing the best he can. You can see that they are very different in the way they live and we have to respect that. It would be boring if we all did everything the same way.
Not so much what I meant to say, but...What I want to scream each morning as we cycle through this ritual dialog: Because he sucks. The very same reason that instead of taking wind blown trash to the trash can, he kicks it into the street, even when it takes 12 or 13 tries. He doesn’t fucking give a shit how run down his house is. The only hope for those lights coming down is if we take them down ourselves in the middle of the night. And there is the possibility that his death or foreclosure might facilitate light removal, either of which would suit me fine.