Today was a little out of the ordinary. Actually, I am not even sure what “ordinary” means. However, today was different because, Griffin, was not at school. He was running a fever yesterday evening, and wasn’t feeling well. This earned him a free pass to stay home with me. Well, sort of…
I had a meeting at 11:30 that I needed to attend. This meant I needed to pick, Owen, up from school at 11:00, and quickly transport the boys to my parents house before I traveled into work. And if I hurried, I just might make it on time.
As, Griffin, and I traveled to get, Owen, he began to tell me a story.
“…and then I took the nerve gun and…”
“You mean Nerf gun.”
“Right, Nerf gun. Anyway, I took the nerve gun, and…”
I had to interrupt his story, so that I could retrieve his brother.
I thought, Owen, would be delighted to go to his Grandma and Grandpa’s house. As usual, I was wrong.
“We need to hurry, Buddy…”
“I want to go home first, and get Blue Bear.”
I explained to him that we simply did not have time. That, however, did not keep him from whining as he got into the truck. It, also, did not keep, Griffin, from continuing telling his story.
So, as I drove, Owen, proceeded to let me know his dissatisfaction…quite loudly. While, Griffin, didn’t miss a beat in telling his wonderfully, delightful, entertaining story.
Now, I would like to say I listened to all of it, but truthfully I didn’t. I couldn’t hear him over the noise escaping, his brother’s mouth.
Instead I heard portions of his long winded story (I have NO idea where he gets that from).
“…and I shot the nerve gun…”
I couldn’t help but to chuckle to myself.
I may need a shot of that nerve gun to survive this truck ride.
Only At My House,