Grandpa came to town

Randy's Dad, Clark, came to visit for Boston's birthday.


He brought Boston a boat that was made by a genuine islander/boat maker off the coast of Africa.
Probably the guy who made it fed his family for a year off what Clark gave him for it.
There were pieces of it in the front room when I cleaned up tonight.

Let's talk about Randy's boat envy.

It took Clark 10 minutes, a knife and a pair of scissors to get the box open. We were all glued to the box as if it was a slot machine loaded with our family savings.

As soon as Clark lifted the holy grail out of it's casing, Randy's eyes got big and mouth dropped down as he held back the "ugh, I want it" comment that was plastered all over his face.

Me, not so much. I can't scrap it. I can' sell it. It's of no use to me.

Boston and Grandpa tried to sail it in the bathtub. Boston's only comment was, "But, it's really good". I guess Grandpa knows all about what makes a 5 year old happy.

On a side note, Clark is an amazing person, one of the few people in this world that I would go to for serious advice. I'm always doing better after Clark leaves, which is the sign of a good friend. He doesn't visit nearly enough.

As the custom calls for, we threw Boston a birthday party. My good friend from work dressed up like Spider Man.



It was a pretty good time. All the kids are in the back yard shooting silly string in their eyes and, what, Spider Man comes running from the front yard and does a fancy front/tuck roll. And the crowd goes wild.
And Boston takes off running top speed to the front yard or anywhere Spider Man was not.
It took me several minutes to lovingly convince him to please let go of the door jam. What I wanted to say was, "get your scrawny a*s outside as I have spent $40.00 on that costume and you will enjoy it. Plus your friends are waiting for more sugar". I resisted. That's how patient I am.
Incidentally, that front roll in the back yard put bruises down my friends back. He told me at work the next day as he limped to the break room.



All's well that ends well. Another birthday party over and done with. I only do it so I can see the leg kicks and spins that he does when he's so excited. As soon as he stops dancing when he's waiting for a party, I'll stop throwing them. They are to much work for a mere thank you.