It’s Been Quiet Around Here
My middle two boys have been with their Mama Susie and Papa Joe– my mom and dad — for the last week and a half. By all accounts, they have had a blast. First off, I should say that my mom has a lot of energy and she has taken them everywhere. They’ve been to a zoo more than once, they’ve been on a safari, they’ve had an extensive tour of a dairy farm, they’ve visited another farm with exotic animals, they’ve been to parks and chased ducks and looked at bullfrogs. They have been swimming every day. In short, I don’t know if they’ll want to return with me to Missouri when I go fetch them. I think that Mama Susie has had a good time too. She loves her grandsons. They can be quite entertaining.

Every night that they have been gone, the boys have called us and talked for 30 minutes to an hour. Isn’t that so different from when we were children? I mean, even if you did call once a day when you were away, you certainly didn’t talk for anything like a half of an hour. Now we talk on the phone as long as we want whenever we want. Anyway….so, the second night we talked to them my 2nd oldest related the following that had happened at the pool after dinner.

Jon: So did you have fun swimming?
N: Yes, they have a great pool and a waterfall. We had fun. But there were some kind of mean kids there and they took our ball and wouldn’t give it back.
Jon: Well, what did you do?
N: Um, well, we asked them to give it back to us but they wouldn’t so C started hitting them with his noodle.
Jon: He was hitting them with the noodle he floats on in the pool?
N: Yea. It is a good thing that Mama Susie wasn’t sitting on her float in the pool when it all happened.
Jon: Why was it good that she wasn’t on her float?
N: Because she was laughing so hard that she would have probably fallen off of it into the pool.

To totally understand this, you have to know my 3rd son, C, and know that he must have felt wronged in the greatest sense in order to leave his dream world long enough make his own justice by whacking someone with a noodle. And, his aim is so bad that I bet that he didn’t make contact with that noodle once. Watching the champion of daydreaming become a noodle wielding vigilante is funny, indeed.