Gman has been in a great mood these days. Maybe it's something about getting out and playing now that it's spring. He hasn't been getting in trouble in school and he's been more agreeable at home.
The other day Tom was driving him to school when an ambulance drove past, siren blaring, and Gman began positing reasons a person might need an ambulance.
"Maybe someone broke their arm, Dad."
"Sure, Son, that could be what happened."
"Maybe someone broke their leg."
"That's another good reason."
"Maybe someone got real sick and needs an operation."
"Sure."
"Or maybe they're just drunk."
Due to a circumcision that didn't heal the right way, we've been having to put goop on the boy's private parts. Each time we do it he tells up we like torturing kids. His face is so sincere and mad and he just looks so fierce as he accuses me of enjoying torturing him that it's hard not to smile which only gets me in more trouble. Of course I don't enjoy the whole process because I love him immensely and hate to see him uncomfortable let alone in pain, but the look on his face is priceless.
On the way to school this morning a cement mixer was getting ready to pour a patch of concrete for a street. Naturally the boys were thrilled, but also very sad because, well, they were on the way to school and couldn't really stop to watch the whole process. As they drove on Gman was talking about how great it would be to be able to watch the whole process. Dad agreed.
Gman: "It would be even better if we lived on the street. That way we'd be right there."
Dad: "And we wouldnt' be in the way and we could see the whole thing." [not sure that Gman wouldn't want to get in the way and 'help'
Gman: "That would be great, Dad."
Dad: "And we could set up some lawn chairs and watch from the comfort of our own house."
Gman: "And we could make some popcorn and it would be just like watching a movie!" - only little boys would equate the pouring of concrete with watching a movie, I'd liken it more to watching paint dry. But that's the great thing about having a dad who was once a boy, he remembers what it was like and how great it is to see those construction trucks in action. We had a telledine deliver some bricks the other day and Tom mentioned there was a forklift at our house while Gman was at school. You would have thought he missed seeing one of the seven wonders of the world. He was crushed, but he got over it when they saw the cement mixer. Maybe they'll be lucky and see an excavator at work on the way home.
Tom is going to build a small retaining wall in the front of the house and yesterday he spent the day digging up the trench he needs. When Gman got home from school, instead of playing, he wanted to help Dad dig. So Tom would break the soil with his big shovel and Gman would dig out portions with his little one, natually wearing his yellow gloves with the caterpillars on them [AKA his "work" gloves] and his bright green, smiley face rain boots. He was adorable. And he had to give me a "tour" and show me where he had been digging and then he gave one to each of his sisters in turn. He was quite entertaining. "and here's where I was digging. You can tell because it's so straight. And here's where the bricks are, I helped Dad unload the wheelbarrow." and on and on. Like the time he was giving the girl's uncle a tour of the house...."and here's the basement. It's not very exciting." Like it was his own little fiefdom. Well today when he left for school he asked Dad not to build the wall without him. He was very sad to hear that Dad had to get it down, but was cheered up at the thought that there was the whole other side of the wall to dig out yet. I'm sure I'll be getting a tour of that as well.
