We experienced a little mishap while visiting the beach. Eldest has and likes routine. I like disrupting these routines. This is not to be malicious, it's to challenge he's abilities, otherwise we would be living with a person who prefers solitude in front of a television or some sort of electronic device watching endless hours of sports.
He is a sports nut. Anything sports related. ESPN, is his bread and butter. Every morning as I'm wiping the crud out of my eyes, sipping coffee attempting to bring some sort of life into my being. Eldest pops out of his room chipper as a blue bird ready to give me the day to day analyst of the previous evenings sporting events. He's rattling off the scores, injury reports a what what. I usually response with mild head nod, on occasion Oh no or Oh boy...blah blah blah. I'm really just concentrating on breathing air to my lungs, and the sweet taste of coffee.
When we plan our trips to the beach; we arrive set up our site with the tents, everyone empty their pockets placing the cell phones, keys, wallets into the plastic bag I bring. I tend to my nest, spreading out mats, towels, cooler, chairs etc. Minutes late enjoying in the waters, just having a grand old time. About 30 minutes later we decide its time for some munchies. We make our way back to the chairs. I hand the guys their towels, as Eldest is drying off, something on the side of his pocket clinks the beach chair. Giving him a questioning look, I ask; What's in your pocket? He hesitation is brief, replies I don't know. I wonder; Hum, let's have a look ok? Naw, that's ok ma, look at the boats.
So that was interesting. He has brought something, but doesn't want me to know, and has thought it best to distract me. hum? I reply, Naw, let me see what you brought. Reaching into his pocket he brings out a soaking wet IPOD. It's ok ma, I turned it off. Hubby and I exchange glances.
Eldest likes his IPOD because he can check sports scores, or listen to music. We don't mind that he brought it, as a matter of fact I wish I knew he had, but for some reason he thought I should not know he had it with him. I was about to say something to that fact, when Eldest pipes up; Dad wanted to listen to music ma, I wasn't watching sports or anything. Hubby and I look at each other in silence once again, then Eldest replies. Add that to the Christmas list, geesh Dad.







