Somehow I’ve become the guy that spends 2 and a half hours on a cool and gray Saturday afternoon vacuuming and washing his — mini van. That’s right. I take pride in my mini van. I in fact, like it. Somewhere between “I do” and diaper changing I’ve grow to value an economy of space and function over hipster coolness and wow factors. Got a problem with that … wanna fight?
So besides the car cleanings, I sat downstairs as Elliott played with his new friend Yale, who lives down the street (I was a silent observer). Yale is a year older than Elliott. Elliott was quite excited to have a friend over, “Yale, Yale, Yale, Yale wanna play with the trains – lets set up the train tracks – we can play with the trains – we can make the train loooooooong – Yale, Yale, Yale, Yale”. For years it’s been Abigail who’s had friends, and Elliott tagged along (and got shut out to his dismay). Not much conversation happens between a 4 and 5 year old boy. Lots of noises and sound effects. Contrast that with girls – and when Abbie has a friend over – and the talk talk talk talk talk talk talk.
Today is Porn Sunday at church; ought to be interesting. Then we work at the cafe after church. Then I try to make it in time to golf with Jason and his church (part of a youth fundraising event). We’ll see if I can swing it (no pun intended, I don’t think).