I had some stuff to do this morning and some runnin' around this afternoon. Got my stuff handled this morning and met my Dad for lunch. I meet him and eat lunch with him almost every weekday that I'm not workin'. Nobody on earth has a better Pop than I have and I enjoy spendin' time with him. Good times!
Anyway, I left lunch and headed to handle my errands. One of 'em was a trip to Wal Mart to pick up some pen refills and check for more toy busas (more on that later). As I headed that way I just thought about my three year old nephew (the twin brother of the niece lost in the accident). He stays with my uncle and grandmother at the family business during the day. They are both pretty old fashioned "tough love" types. Usually when I go to the office he's off in the corner somewhere all by himself just playin'. He doesn't have much to do with them. I guess he doesn't really know how to take their personalities. They're both great folks, they're just "no-nonsense". He always jumps up to greet me when I go in. We play until I leave and he goes back to the corner.
Anyway I took a few miles of detour to see if he wanted to hang with BT today. All I had to say was, "I'm goin' to Wal Mart..." That's as far as I got before he said, "Can I go, too Chris?"
Of course he says he wants a toy from Wal Mart. He thinks my motorcycle is the sheeyot so I tell him we'll try to find him a motorcycle. That got a huge ear to ear grin. We go out to get his child seat out of pawpaw's yukon and he says, "I can get it, Chris." He opens the door (on his tip toes), gets the seat out and installs it in my Maxima all by himself.
Once he's strapped in he says, "I like widin' in your car with the woof open." (yeah, he sometimes babies his "R"s) So, we open the sunroof and head out for Wally World.
Of course we hit the toy section first. He's checkin' out all the little toy bikes and pics out a Honda VFR, not because of what kind of bike it is, but becuase it's red.
I dig through the new case of Maisto bikes and find me another busa as well. Got a blue/silver this time.
I was as stoked as he was!
Well, before we can get off of that isle he spots another red one he likes. I tell him to get it without lookin' to see what kind it is.
After we get the stuff I went for and get to checkout I realize that the second bike was a freakin' ZX-12R. Oh well, I'll have to teach him better when he's old enough to understand.
we get back to the office and play with our new toys for a while. We're doin' wheelies and all sorts of wild ridin' when he say, get this... "Let's race, Chris!" Myyyyyyy BOYYYYYYYYYY!!!
At that point I was glad he got a 12R. I'd hate to get my arse handed to me by a three year old. If he had chosen the yellow/silver busa instead of the 12R I'm afraid his size and weight advantage would have been enough to throw the odds in his favor.
When we were done playin' I get my hug and leave for home. It wasn't until then that I realized that this simple trip to Wal Mart and a few hours with him relaxed me as much as ridin' the busa. Yep, it's true. The whole time I was with him I never once thought about work, money, problems, or any of the other bullshid that's had me wound up lately. It was just me and him havin' fun. If I hadn't swung by and picked him up it would have been just another afternoon runnin' BS errands. I'm so sick of that!
This afternoon sort of put some things back into perspective for me. That's somethin' I've really been needin'. I just hope it meant a fraction as much to him as it did to me. Anyway, just thought I'd share it with ya'll. If you have kids, thank who or whatever you worship every day for them. A family of my own is at the top of my "Things I'd lose the busa for..." list. Someday, God willin'...
Here's my new busa...
Anyway, I left lunch and headed to handle my errands. One of 'em was a trip to Wal Mart to pick up some pen refills and check for more toy busas (more on that later). As I headed that way I just thought about my three year old nephew (the twin brother of the niece lost in the accident). He stays with my uncle and grandmother at the family business during the day. They are both pretty old fashioned "tough love" types. Usually when I go to the office he's off in the corner somewhere all by himself just playin'. He doesn't have much to do with them. I guess he doesn't really know how to take their personalities. They're both great folks, they're just "no-nonsense". He always jumps up to greet me when I go in. We play until I leave and he goes back to the corner.
Anyway I took a few miles of detour to see if he wanted to hang with BT today. All I had to say was, "I'm goin' to Wal Mart..." That's as far as I got before he said, "Can I go, too Chris?"
Of course we hit the toy section first. He's checkin' out all the little toy bikes and pics out a Honda VFR, not because of what kind of bike it is, but becuase it's red.
After we get the stuff I went for and get to checkout I realize that the second bike was a freakin' ZX-12R. Oh well, I'll have to teach him better when he's old enough to understand.
When we were done playin' I get my hug and leave for home. It wasn't until then that I realized that this simple trip to Wal Mart and a few hours with him relaxed me as much as ridin' the busa. Yep, it's true. The whole time I was with him I never once thought about work, money, problems, or any of the other bullshid that's had me wound up lately. It was just me and him havin' fun. If I hadn't swung by and picked him up it would have been just another afternoon runnin' BS errands. I'm so sick of that!
This afternoon sort of put some things back into perspective for me. That's somethin' I've really been needin'. I just hope it meant a fraction as much to him as it did to me. Anyway, just thought I'd share it with ya'll. If you have kids, thank who or whatever you worship every day for them. A family of my own is at the top of my "Things I'd lose the busa for..." list. Someday, God willin'...
Here's my new busa...