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Uno Lampino

 El Hubbo started the conversation with "Now, promise you won't kill him."

That immediately got my attention.  

"He broke one of your lamps when he came in the house with the weed eater.  Like beyond repair."

I asked, "Why was he bringing the weed eater through the house?"

"Well, he cleaned it up and he feels bad," El Hubbo said.  "I thought I should call and give you warning.  We've spent so much time and money getting him to this point....."

"Ugh."  I hung up.

Upon my arrival home, I saw the lampshade on the counter.  Then I saw the boy child.  I grabbed him in a big hug.  "Your daddy called and told me you wanted to take me lamp shopping.  That is so sweet of you!"

He looked a bit bewildered but relieved that I had not immediately gone for the jugular.  "Uh, yeah, ok."

"I'm so excited that I'm getting new lamps for the living room!"

"Wait?  Lamps?  Don't you mean 'lamp'?  I only broke one!"

"Oh, but I need them to match - so we get to get three!"

"But....wait, woman - UNO Lampino!"

"Oh, mais non, mon petite chere," I said, "I'm getting three matching lamps. I am at a stage in life where I am allowed to have matching lamps."

"But...."

El Hubbo broke in.  "Son, she broke out the French.  I have a feeling she's coming home with three lamps."

We went to the store, where I made sure No. One Son got the full shopping experience for three beautiful new lamps.  Forty minutes later, as I placed the lamps in the basket, then carefully selected matching lampshades.  He was woefully looking in his wallet and calculating how far behind in his quest for a new gaming computer this was going to put him when I took him over to the harps and finials.

I did ease up on him slightly at checkout when I only made him pay for one.  I'm betting the weed eater is not taken through the house again.





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