Ruthieâ€™s friend, Indi, is over today while his parents paint walls and refinish floors at their new house. We have our own project going on today, and figured a friend would help distract Ruthie away from needing us as much. This plan has executed fairly smoothly, except for the shouting match over whether Mufasa was really hurt in the stampede.
â€œNo! Heâ€™s NOT sad!
â€œNO! Heâ€™s NOT sad!
â€œNO, HEâ€™S NOT SAD!â€
And so on.
You might have guessed, but Ruthie was the one in touch with Mufasaâ€™s true state of mind at the time of his death.
Indi and Ruthie are only three days apart. There are times we think they will one day be married, and there are times we think theyâ€™ll never speak to each other again.
At one point when I checked on them watching a movie, I couldnâ€™t see Ruthie anywhere. As I came around the corner I found that she was hidden by Indi as they snuggled together on the couch. Their love for each other waxes and wanes by the minute.