His best friend is my ten year old son. Not that he doesn't love my oldest, but my youngest is completely devoted to him.
I seriously sometimes think that he would desert us for his Papa if it weren't for the fact that he really loves me. And he likes playing video games. Which my dad can't stand.
My dad is in town from Colorado for the next week or so and is staying with us. It's okay, because we live in a big house, with a guest room that has its own bathroom and exit point, so we can co-exist in harmony.
Anyway, last night my husband, oldest son, and yours truly went over to a friends house to visit. Dallas chose to stay home with my dad. Upon learning this, my son says, "You trust them at home together?"
Which is a perfectly legitimate question, given the fact that my dad is a six foot five twelve year old. Not in the "I Am Sam" sense, but in the sense that everything is a good time.
We walk in last night and the living room has been converted into a fort.
Every throw blanket, couch pillow and all my kitchen bar stools were involved.
My oldest looks at me and says, "I told you."
I just smiled. These are the moments from when I was a kid that still make me smile.
Once, my best friend and me decided to slide some kittens we had across the kitchen floor. I know, it was mean as hell. PITA would be pissed.
Anyway, to make it extra slide friendly, we sprayed Pledge all over the floor and then put the cats on their bellies and laughed like future serial killers as we slid them back and forth between us.
My dad comes home after we are finished with our game, walks into the kitchen and BUSTS.....HIS.....ASS.
Pledge is apparently hard as hell to get up off the floor.
We admitted what we had done, and even though inside he might've been worried that we were little Aileen Wuornos in the making (without the whole prostitute part), all he said was, "You better get that cleaned up before your mama comes home."
He's a pretty fun guy to be around when you're a kid.
