We hop in the car to get something to eat and right away he says, “Dad we gotta play our game!” I had to think for a moment as to which one it actually was. Then he follows with, “I spy…something Blue.” Before I could answer he blurts out, “It’s the sky. Ok, your turn Dad.”
We went back and forth like that the whole way there. He’d start out saying what he saw, and then tell me what it was before I could get the opportunity to answer. I found it to be rather humerous and recall the game being played a tad different when I was growing up, but what do I care. The rules are less important then the players.
We hit the McD’s, spread our arms like airplanes, and raced inside as if our lives depended on it. Right away he spots a friend of his from daycare, shouts his name, and runs to him with arms wide open, without thought to whom was around or what others would think of him. They hug like brothers and Nicki, my son, expressed how much he missed him (which is funny ‘cuz I think this kid has only missed a couple of days…but as the song goes, who’s counting?) All the Mcd’s gals do their “awe” thing like girls do when they see something cute. I placed our order for nuggets, bbq sauce, fries, coke, and then one fo the workers, which must have been this kid’s mother stepped out from behind the counter, walked over to me and began to tell me that it’s not a good idea for Nicki to hug her son because he has strep throat and ahsn’t been feeling too good.I thought o myself, “Well it’s a good thing he is at home resting up where he is not contageous to the general public. I look over to check on Nick, and his 4 year old friend has his shirt lifted over his head, baring his chest, and in his loudest volume possible expresses how he can’t go back to daycare until he gets rid of his ugly rash! That’s about the point my facial expression of pride and joy for my son who is able to toss aside his fear of what other might think of him for hugging his friend turned into anguish for the mere thought of mile high doctor bills and a bed stricken four year old. Crap! Why does my son have to be so nice, and loving, and charitable? Why can’t he be more like his mother?
(Kidding) I am ever so glad that my loving wife has dispensed hugely important qualities into the lives of our kids such as love, charity, and kindness towards others. And aside from the word RASH ringing over and over in my ears and thew thought that my youngest son had just bumped chests with this kid who has unfortunately been sick…spending time with Nicki for the few minutes we had together was undoubtedly the highlight of my day.
Is there someone you know that has been wanting to spend time with you? Is there a way for you to make that happen? What moveable obstacle is standing in your way?
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