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Turning, I see him still watching me, a wary look on his face. “Well?” he prompts.
Now it’s me crossing my arms over my chest. “What do you want?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Oscar’s hand goes to his chin as he contemplates my offer, a serious look on his face because this is clearly serious business to him.
“Come on,” I prompt. “Time’s a ticking and I don’t have all day.”
He nods his head once. “You have to come over and have dinner with us,” he starts. “And then build Legos and then watch a movie. That’s what I want.”
“That’s it?” I ask, smiling.
“Yep,” he says, nodding.
“Okay,” I say. “And who else is joining us?”
“Well, there’s you and me, obviously,” he says, shooting me a look as he counts this off on his fingers. “Maybe Mom and Dad, probably Aunt Lulu and I guess we should ask Ollie, too, although she’ll only be a pain in the butt.”
I chuckle. “Your sister’s not a pain the butt.”
“Oh yeah,” he says, hands on his hips. “You try living with her.”
I laugh harder as I put a hand on his shoulder and steer him out of the back room and into the main part of the shed. “So, when’s this big get together happening?”
He shrugs. “Dunno, I’ll have to ask,” he says.
“Okay, you do that,” I tell him. “In the meantime though, this is our little secret, right?”
He nods as he glances back over his shoulder. “So, what are you doing?”
I ruffle his hair. “I’m making something.”
“For Aunt Lulu?” he immediately asks.
I cock my head at him. “Why would you think that?”
“Duh,” he says, hands out in front of him as though it’s obvious. “You totally like her,” he says. “Who else would you be making it for?”
I laugh at his seriousness, even if it does surprise me how much he sees, how much he notices around here. “Hmmm,” I say. “And what if I am making it for her?” I ask, glancing down at him. “What would you think about that?”
“That’d be cool,” he replies. “It’s okay that you like her.”
I burst out laughing. “Thanks man, I’m glad I’ve got your approval. Where is your aunt, anyway?”
“I dunno,” he mutters, walking over to the broken crusher. He picks up a wrench, turning it over in his hands as though he’s contemplating just how much destruction he could wreak with it. I pull it from his hands, shaking my head when he huffs.
“You don’t know?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know, I think she went to town or something, errands. Who knows,” he says as though it’s no big deal. “Can we go do something?”
I chuckle, as I throw the wrench back in the toolbox. “I gotta work, dude.”
Oscar rolls his eyes. “Well that’s lame.”
“That’s life, my friend,” I tell him.
“Come on,” he says. “Aunt Lulu won’t mind.”
I shake my head. “Even if she didn’t,” I tell him. “I still gotta do it.”
