Nico at a Pro Shop
March 21st, 2013
“Trust me you want to go. It’s the boat. The boat”- Trying to convince them
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.
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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.
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.”
“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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