Roll with the changes

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"Know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon...everything's different." Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes

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Saturday morning coming down, I was in the midst of watching weather porn (hurricane coverage) when the Little Warrior ran into the room and shouted, "Today is today."

"Excuse me?" I said.

"You said we'd go Saturday, and today is today." he explained.

"Yes, today is the day I promised we'd go and find you some colored hair gel." I said.

"When?" he asked.

"A couple of hours. We have to wait until the stores open up. They open at 10am." I explained.

"Yeah!!!" Wy screamed, and tore ass out of the room, back from whence he came.

Fast forward a couple of hours and we were knee deep in our quest for colored hair gel. Only our quest wasn't fruitful.

Finally, ready to admit defeat, and bracing for a possible melt down at Super Target I said, "Boy, I don't think they sell color hair gel. I'm sorry. I don't see any."

"Oh, man!" Wy said, in what amounts to a calm manner for him.

Impressed with his big boy attitude, I said, "That's cool, we can go to where you get your hair cut and buy some from them. It's close to Super Target. And if they don't have it, we'll go to a beauty supply store. Follow me first though, I want to get a shoe shine kit."

"Thanks Dad."

Sweet mother of all that is good, Thanks Dad. What a mature response from the Little Warrior. Perhaps me and My Lovely Bride aren't abject failures in the parental department.

Fast forward a few moments later and we were standing in front of a display of Spongebob Squarepants house slippers. The kind that look like the actual character, if you killed and gutted him so you could stick your foot inside.

"Look at those," I said pointing at the display, "Spongebob."

"Those are cool." Wy said. "Monty has a pair of Ninja Turtle shoes like that."

"What?" I said, wondering what happened to Jinjin Turtle.

"Monty has a pair of Ninja Turtle shoes like that." he repeated.

"Ninja, huh?" I said.

"Yeah Dad, Ninja Turtle shoes," he said, looking at me as if I were daft.

Fast forward 8 hours and I was standing in the bathroom for what had been rub-a-dub-dub time. Only now, instead of watching and washing the Boy(s) as they took their tandem bath, I'm relegated to policing their showers. Making sure they don't flood (which is a pretty loose term in our casa) the bathroom as well as helping dispense soap and reminding them to wash their parts, both public and private.

What a day. A trifecta of change, which for me, as always is hard to accept Dear Reader, as it is a recurring theme on this here BLOG.

Perhaps these entries are nothing more than notes to myself. To not take any of it for granted, which alas I often do. Silly as it may sound, I'm sad that I don't remember the last bath I gave the Boy(s) which is yet one more reminder that even the things that can at times by tough, soon pass, and I'm left wistfully remembering something I once bitched about.

"Dad." Wy said pulling back the shower curtain to get a better view of me.

"Wy!?! Don't open it up that much, you'll get water everywhere." I said.

"Sorry." he said.

"It's ok Bub, I'm sorry, what did you want?" I said.

"Thank you for getting me green hair gel." he said. "It's cool."

"You're welcome bub." I said. "And it is cool."

"Dad." he said. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yes son?" I said.

"I love you." he said.

"I love you too, son." I said as I watched the green run out of his hair, down his body, and into the drain.

Until I BLOG again...So if youre tired of the same old story turn some pages.