Chapter 28: Teething Cream!
THREE DAYS LATER!
Alvin walks in the kitchen and as usual he managed to get his nephews attention by doing a funny wave at them. The two infant boys giggle with delight over their Uncle's performance. Alvin stopped when he realized that his niece, Mary-Anne, is not looking at him. For some reason she finds the wall beside her to be more interesting. Mary-Anne even starts to make 'babbling' noises at it, as if she is having a conversation with the wall. This, of course, made Alvin feel left out of the circle.
He looked at the wall and turns back to little Mary. "Hey, the wall can't be more interesting then me, sweetie?"
She then finally looked up at her uncle and giggled. Mary-Anne gave him a look that, which indicates that she knows something that he doesn't.
Jeanette and Vinny walked up to the table and prepared the infants for their lunch. Vinny noticed that Mary-Anne started to look up at the wall again.
"You know, I remember noticing that Simon use to stare into space, just like that." She took a moment to look at Jeanette and Alvin as they became very interested in the conversation. Without anyone noticing, Simon came up from the basement with a Becker in his hand and joined them in listening to Vinny's story.
"He eventually grew out of it. Probably shortly after when I left you boys to live with Dave!" Vinny continued. "I asked Dave during one of my visits many years ago when the boy's were very young. He mentioned that Simon rarely ever stared at anything, unless it was a book."
The story was interrupted when Mary-Anne sees her dad standing near the counter and starts to get excited. "Dada!!" She cries out while reaching her arms outward to her dad.
Simon smiles as puts the Becker in his hand onto the counter by the sink and walks up to the table and picks up his daughter.
"Hey, Simon? How goes the teething cream?" Alvin asked feeling great that his brother was inventing again.
"I'm pretty much done! There's just one more ingredient I need to add, then it'll be complete." Simon said proudly, while receiving a big hug from his daughter. With his daughter still in his arms he walks up the fridge and pulls out a small vile that contained some form of liquid and takes it over to the Becker that sat on the counter. Little Mary-Anne watches intensely with her tiny eyes wide open as her father pours the liquid into the Becker. Simon pulls out a spoon from the nearby drawer and stirs the contents until it begins to feel thick.
"Now to test it." He announces to his daughter. She suddenly tightens her little mouth and gives him a look as if to say 'who me?'
As if on queue, Vincent begins to scream in pain. Simon picks up the Becker and takes it to the table. He hands Mary-Anne to Jeanette and with one hand, Simon held Vincent's mouth open and dunked his index finger from his other hand in the red goop he created. After finding the sore spot in his son's mouth, he rubs the stuff gently onto it.
Almost immediately Vincent stops crying. He tries to force more tears, but soon realize his futile attempt. Instead, he smacks his lips together as he enjoys the flavour in his mouth.
"Alright!" Simon said proudly. "Anyone else teething right now?" He adds looking at his two other kids. Both Tom and Mary give a look that they had just lost a reason to scream.
"Wow, that stuff works fast!" Vinny said in a very impressed tone.
"What did you put in it?" Jeanette asked.
"Well, I put in the usual stuff that the mouth ointment already has in it, plus I add the root formula in it, then I added an extra ingredient for flavour."
"And what is that?" Asked Alvin.
"The flavour that most kids love, cherry!" Simon replied easily.
Alvin looked at his nephew that drew a confused and baffled look as he smacked his lips together. He had no idea why his mouth suddenly felt no pain, but yet he was still enjoying the taste in it.
A thought suddenly crossed Alvin's mind. "Hey, Simon! You should sell this stuff! I bet you could make millions!"
"I-I-I don't know, Alvin!" Simon answered shyly.
"That's a great idea! I say go for it, Simon!" Jeanette chimed in.
"Well." Simon trailed as he thought about it for a moment. He knew he was lucky to be working for Nathan in his store, but that wouldn't take him anywhere in life he sorely admitted to himself. His book did make a lot of money, which he saved to buy a house soon, but Simon wasn't sure if that was what he wanted to do with his life either. With a smile, he looked up at his family. "Maybe!" He finally said.
Simon picked up his son, Vincent, whom is now blowing bubbles with his own spit, and hugged him. He knew all too well that no matter what happens in his life, Simon is more content being around his babies.
THREE DAYS LATER!
Alvin walks in the kitchen and as usual he managed to get his nephews attention by doing a funny wave at them. The two infant boys giggle with delight over their Uncle's performance. Alvin stopped when he realized that his niece, Mary-Anne, is not looking at him. For some reason she finds the wall beside her to be more interesting. Mary-Anne even starts to make 'babbling' noises at it, as if she is having a conversation with the wall. This, of course, made Alvin feel left out of the circle.
He looked at the wall and turns back to little Mary. "Hey, the wall can't be more interesting then me, sweetie?"
She then finally looked up at her uncle and giggled. Mary-Anne gave him a look that, which indicates that she knows something that he doesn't.
Jeanette and Vinny walked up to the table and prepared the infants for their lunch. Vinny noticed that Mary-Anne started to look up at the wall again.
"You know, I remember noticing that Simon use to stare into space, just like that." She took a moment to look at Jeanette and Alvin as they became very interested in the conversation. Without anyone noticing, Simon came up from the basement with a Becker in his hand and joined them in listening to Vinny's story.
"He eventually grew out of it. Probably shortly after when I left you boys to live with Dave!" Vinny continued. "I asked Dave during one of my visits many years ago when the boy's were very young. He mentioned that Simon rarely ever stared at anything, unless it was a book."
The story was interrupted when Mary-Anne sees her dad standing near the counter and starts to get excited. "Dada!!" She cries out while reaching her arms outward to her dad.
Simon smiles as puts the Becker in his hand onto the counter by the sink and walks up to the table and picks up his daughter.
"Hey, Simon? How goes the teething cream?" Alvin asked feeling great that his brother was inventing again.
"I'm pretty much done! There's just one more ingredient I need to add, then it'll be complete." Simon said proudly, while receiving a big hug from his daughter. With his daughter still in his arms he walks up the fridge and pulls out a small vile that contained some form of liquid and takes it over to the Becker that sat on the counter. Little Mary-Anne watches intensely with her tiny eyes wide open as her father pours the liquid into the Becker. Simon pulls out a spoon from the nearby drawer and stirs the contents until it begins to feel thick.
"Now to test it." He announces to his daughter. She suddenly tightens her little mouth and gives him a look as if to say 'who me?'
As if on queue, Vincent begins to scream in pain. Simon picks up the Becker and takes it to the table. He hands Mary-Anne to Jeanette and with one hand, Simon held Vincent's mouth open and dunked his index finger from his other hand in the red goop he created. After finding the sore spot in his son's mouth, he rubs the stuff gently onto it.
Almost immediately Vincent stops crying. He tries to force more tears, but soon realize his futile attempt. Instead, he smacks his lips together as he enjoys the flavour in his mouth.
"Alright!" Simon said proudly. "Anyone else teething right now?" He adds looking at his two other kids. Both Tom and Mary give a look that they had just lost a reason to scream.
"Wow, that stuff works fast!" Vinny said in a very impressed tone.
"What did you put in it?" Jeanette asked.
"Well, I put in the usual stuff that the mouth ointment already has in it, plus I add the root formula in it, then I added an extra ingredient for flavour."
"And what is that?" Asked Alvin.
"The flavour that most kids love, cherry!" Simon replied easily.
Alvin looked at his nephew that drew a confused and baffled look as he smacked his lips together. He had no idea why his mouth suddenly felt no pain, but yet he was still enjoying the taste in it.
A thought suddenly crossed Alvin's mind. "Hey, Simon! You should sell this stuff! I bet you could make millions!"
"I-I-I don't know, Alvin!" Simon answered shyly.
"That's a great idea! I say go for it, Simon!" Jeanette chimed in.
"Well." Simon trailed as he thought about it for a moment. He knew he was lucky to be working for Nathan in his store, but that wouldn't take him anywhere in life he sorely admitted to himself. His book did make a lot of money, which he saved to buy a house soon, but Simon wasn't sure if that was what he wanted to do with his life either. With a smile, he looked up at his family. "Maybe!" He finally said.
Simon picked up his son, Vincent, whom is now blowing bubbles with his own spit, and hugged him. He knew all too well that no matter what happens in his life, Simon is more content being around his babies.