Gotta love kids.

W called to say that she and OM wouldn't be by to get the kids this evening, since their route back from camping was full of construction and detours. We chatted about my experience yesterday fitting oldest son's football helmet to his head. He kept fidgeting to watch TV when I was adjusting his chin strap, with the result being that his chin strap became a "cheek strap" several times. Had wife laughing, which continued when I described son's suited-up peers as looking like an army of the Great Gazoo.

W wanted to talk to S, and when he tried describing what play he was doing in practice, I had to feed him his position (wide receiver) and the position he was blocking in the play (cornerback).

W tried getting S to describe the play to OM, since "he used to play football when he was younger," but S would have none of it.

S told W that "daddy watches a lot of football NOW and probably knows the stuff better."

I had to leave the room to laugh.

So much for W's attempt to get S to "bond" with OM.

I love my kids. A couple of months ago, my youngest son saw OM without a shirt on, gasped, and told him that he was "fat."

Between S's comment today and my Bills looking darned good in their preseason game in Toronto (sorry, steelersfan...), it's been a pretty good 24 hours.


Me: 47
Kids: 2 boys, 14 & 8
Bomb: 5/5/08
Married: 16 years, together 20
Divorce final 8/11/10
I remarried, to an amazing woman: 3/17/12...
"Once in awhile, in an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale"