Our Mutti? Well one year I remember Emmet and I tried to clean the whole house top to bottom. Ended up ruining her good drapes with bleach. Another year we tried making her a dinner. It didn’t turn out too well and tasted overly bitter, but I can still remember watching Mutti eat it with a smile on her face. When we got older, Emmet and I then just decided to come back and visit her. We would get reservations for all four of us and we’re make sure she went to dinner with us. Vati always made sure to cover the tip.

I think more than anything right now, Emmet and I wish that we could all be young again just so we could have another moment like that with Mutti. Emmet says if we’re lucky, we might get the chance to experience a moment like that again soon. I’m not so sure.

(( Old Ingo is back for only a short while today so feel free to ask him questions or leave him comments. Answers will be in text. Sorry, but my hand is about to fall off because of AP testing. ))

Emmet got picked on a lot when we were younger and it often got physical. He’d come home sometimes covered in bruises and cuts and it hurt to know he lived like this. What hurt even more was the smile he’d put on when I’d get all worried about him. He’d smile and say something like “I’m okay! Emmet just fell.” I knew he was telling me a lie so one day I took Vater’s pocketknife with me to school. I remember this group of large and rather brutal older kids came up to us as we walked home that day and heckled us as I tried to pull Emmet away from where they were standing. Someone threw a rock at us and I got called a few names before they really started to get physical. They just wanted to hurt Emmet because they thought he was inferior to them. So I pulled out Vater’s pocketknife on them and pushed Emmet behind me.

Now of course an adult had seen or maybe one kid in that group ran off to tell someone after seeing the knife, but soon enough there was an officer there giving me a stern talking to even if it had been to protect my brother. We were taken to the station too so we could call our parents and be released.

We had joined a cult of sorts and it involved some nasty things.

If you so wish for me to eat you, arrive clean. I do not like to dirty up the fine cutlery Mutter gave me and my wife as one of our wedding gifts anymore than it already will be.

Although I may actually be of an undisclosed age and considered old, I still think of myself as fairly young. Maybe because there is a lot of stuff in life I haven’t done yet, but now it seems to be almost over. Even now that I am temporarily in the form of a younger me, I still refuse to say that I am just that OLD as if to really throw emphasis on it.

Also, the “Ingo” you know who currently works the Battle Subway is a robot created by Thorton that can operate the trains as well as function exactly like a normal human being whether it be in caring for the Pokemon I have raised for it or caring for its twin.

(( I thank you! This whole blog idea came from the fact that people always make blogs for younger versions of characters, but never older versions. It’d be highly amusing to ask a delirious old man what his favorite book is only to receive the spiel about 15 mile hikes up hill in the snow just to get one book to read and all that jazz. I love making up old geezer stories that just sound ridiculous while also telling the ones that actually kind of nice. ))

… the word my wife used was handsome.