Guys will be guys
On Wednesdays, I always pick up the fellows from day care, because their mom works until 9p. Their day care is right on the way home, so I just zoom in, grab them up and we’re on our way. The greatest delay is in buckling them into their car seats. But this week the plan was varied a bit, for a trip to the local “home improvement” store. Pop was on a mission.
The boys were put into a double-wide seat in the shopping cart, which initially was a great idea. And they were fascinated by Pop’s running commentary on all they were seeing. Or, at least, pretended to be. Not sure. How excited can one get over an electrical outlet box? Pressure treated lumber? Pop went around and around and never did find what he thought he had to have.
Boredom and hunger quickly set in, and the boys started fighting and smacking each other, letting us know we were far from the “City of Brotherly Love.”




