Sunday, April 18, 2010
While I was out of town over the weekend, I spoke to Bob on the phone a number of times. I let him know that my friend Wendi had been kind enough to pass along to him, some Star Wars costumes that her boys had outgrown. When I returned home, Bob tackled me, told me that he loved me and then immediately asked for the costumes. Jeff and I watched as Bob pulled each piece out of my suitcase.
"Mama! It's Darth Vader's mask!"
"It's Yoda's Jedi cape!"
"Look at all of it! There's a Storm Trooper thing!"
"I know. How great is that?"
"You are one lucky guy, buddy," said Jeff.
I followed Bob as he carefully carried a Storm Trooper mask to our bedroom. He stood in front of our full length mirror, adjusted the mask over his face and quietly said, "Yes... Oh yes."
We returned to the living room and Bob noticed a brown paper shopping bag near my suitcase. "What's in there?" he said.
"That's for you too, honey. You can take it out of the bag. Daddy can help you."
Jeff said, "Hey Bob, check this out."
"It's a wood board with magnets?" said Bob
"I found it for you at a toy store in the airport. It's called a Responsibility Board. It's to help keep track of all of your family jobs," I said.
"Thanks, Mama. Which jobs?"
"There are a lot of jobs to choose from but let's see they have here. Okay, there's Take Care of Pet, Make the Bed, Set the Table, Take out the Trash, Empty the Dishwasher..."
"When we're all done living then we die?" Bob asked.
"Wow. I guess you're not into the Responsibility Board," I said.
"He's so not into it he preferred to change the subject to death," said Jeff.
"Can I put on the Yoda Jedi robe, mama?"
"And Mama? We don't have a dishwasher."
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