Thursdays with Gavyn

I have been spending too many hours of my would-be-home-time doing business work. That combined with our family health issues has meant that I have left Gavyn a little too neglected. I decided to spend the day with him. We began by eating Cocoa Crispies while watching Transformers "Roboks in disguise" (I am told that 'in da-skies' means that they can fly). The eating took quite some time, one of us ended up drinking soggy cereal instead of eating it. It looked like a very rich bowl of chocolate milk.

We then changed out of our PJs to go to the elementary school to eat lunch with Emma-Ada. Gavyn and I shared a lunch, which consisted of a chicken fried steak, a roll, chocolate milk and broccoli. The broccoli is only served upon request. Like most of the other school children Gavyn had the chocolate milk and the roll (I am told that chocolate milk is only helfly for big boys). Like most of the garbage cans, I had the steak and broccoli. I didn't remember the lunch room being that loud.

Gavyn and I spent about 20 minutes on the playground with Ada. She is a little spider monkey performing her cherry drops, back flips, monkey bars, etc. Gavyn went down the slide several times (I am told that he only does the really cool tricks on warmer days).

When we got home, we transplanted a tree from the front yard to the backyard. We took turns digging, Gavyn with a spade and I with a shovel and pick. It seemed efficient for some dirt to be removed during my rest periods. While digging I commented that the tree would look really pretty in the backyard. I was then told that Gavyn and I don't like pretty things, just awesome things, like fighting and knives.

Once the tree was planted we rested with a 100 calories bag of Doritos. I was able to convince Gavyn that the cheese on the chips is helfly for daddies and big boys and so he gave me some. I was then told that Gavyn does like one pretty thing: girls. He will marry a pretty girl in the temple when he is a daddy. I suggested that he marry the pretty girl before he is a daddy. Something was lost in translation.

We gathered all of the 3+ years old tax documents and went out back to burn them. I was told that fire is awesome because it can make roasted sticks taste doughyicious and can make pyastic turn yiddoo. Gavyn roasted a stick to feed to SanchoPasta.

Emma-Ada will be home soon so we are back inside. We will make a couple of protein shakes, mine with water and whey, Gavyn's with milk, chocolate and non-dairy creamer. He makes his own.

If only every day could be like today!