Thursday, March 21, 2013

Giggles from the Backseat

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Nico at a Pro Shop


March 21st, 2013


It was a beautiful weekend to take the boat out with my boys. There was a soft wind coming form the east. The sky was blue. And the rays of the sun blanketed the earth. I wanted to play under its cover.

The boat hardly needed any prep and she was easily ready to get underway. All I really had to do was start her engine and spray down the inside to rid all the dirt that accumulated inside her. After she passed my inspection, I just had to hunt my boys down and prepare them for voyage.

This should be easy- I thought to myself as I walked into the house through the front door.

I surveyed the land looking for them knowing they couldn’t wait to get on that floating vessel.

“Nico! Christopher!” I shout.

Ahhh back room-  I thought.

“Nico, Christopher!”

Silence.

I didn’t hear their giggling voices but I did hear their battery powered 4 wheelers being driven in the backyard.

I walked out the rear door and saw them having a blast as they drove their cars all around the yard. They have loved those devices since the day they got them for Christmas. And for now, I was happy they loved them. Although the grass in my backyard would probably tell you that it wasn't to fond of those vehicles being driven on its once lush top.

I had to admire my boy's youth and sense of adventure but it was time to get on the boat and I knew they couldn’t wait!

“Okay boys!” I shouted while a clapped my hands in unison, “it’s boat time!”

“NOOOO!” they shout over their laughter and inability to steer and laugh at the same time.

Haha- I laughed staring at them.

Cute guys. But seriously, it’s time to get on that boat. I know you can’t wait”

They drive past me as I stood motionless front and center of the yard.

“Dudes, lets go. Really.”

They circle around me on their 4 wheelers. Like sharks in the ocean circling its pray. I could only stand there and wait until one of them got close enough so I could grab him.

“Gotcha!”

“No! Dad, no!” Nico shouted as his battery power car rides off a short distance until it comes to a stop.

“Trust me you want to go. It’s the boat. The boat”- Trying to convince them

Nico flails his legs like a fish swiping his tail side to side. He can’t escape my wide grasp and like a net, I bring him in the house and immediately douse him in sun block and dress him for the excitement of the boat!

After securing him in his car seat I venture off into the house in search of the other catch of the day. I see him peeking around the corner. We make eye contact. My youngest son wastes no time to stick around and I get lost in his wake. 

“Is this a game!” I announce out loud. “It’s the boat!” 

I’m feeling a little ocean blue because I am beginning to think they aren't quiet into boating today. After I hooked my hands onto Christopher I finally prepare him for our voyage. 

Once he is secure we drive off to the boat docks for our fishing extravaganza. 

“Okay boys, I just gotta get some gas for the boat. Will be on the water in no time.”

I pull up to the gas station with about 40 feet of truck and boat trailer. I wind up taking up the space of 2 gas pumps to the displeasure of other drivers wanting gas.

“One minute boys. Be right back going to get some fuel,” I say with a beaming smile. The kids sit quietly.

I approach the gas pump and reach for my wallet that should be resting in my back pocket. Hmm, not here. It must be in the boat. I climb into the boat and search for center console. No wallet. I then go to the cab of the truck and search the cubbie holes that are made for storage. Still, no wallet. 

I pause and just stare of into space, “where is my wallet?” I say out loud.

Giggles -  from the backseat.





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