Race has been at a new Johnny Bad Ass school all week. He came home after supper time.
He sat down to eat his dinner, and I sat with him. He told me about some of the new JBA training. I tried to listen. I did. I know that it's important and all. I mean whats going on in "the theatre"........ and the tried and true methods and ... so on and so on....
I should listen better.
I mean it's his LIFE, ya know? Literally.
Oh- and they sent him home with a whole giant , and I mean GIANT bag of Johnny Bad Ass gear. Brand spankin new. Maybe it's some sort of prize for doing really well at Johnny Bad Ass School.
It's all over my living room right now. The boys are all drooling over it and enjoying the sound of ripping velcro while they ask Race all about each and every use for each and every piece.
Ahhhhh.....one can never have too much kit. Unless of course, one lives in a relatively small cape cod with a bunch of pack rats.
It's actually quite amusing to watch the male species as they go through this stuff. I wish that I was allowed to take a picture and show you. It is so funny.
I mean, I honestly don't care what a man believes or does for a living, there is just something magnetic in this stuff for boys. Boys of all ages. They're like monkeys, sorting through it, holding it up to the light, opening and closing the thousands of velcro fasteners. They make various piles, and then they spread it all out again. It's all very serious business. This ain't no party, man. They're subdued in their conversation as they discuss the proper use and instance for each piece.
Is there a limit to Race's coolness meter to his boys??? It continues to go up.
(Insert car screaching noise here)
Jack just held up a piece and said, "I have my homemade grenade. That'll fit in it."
Hmmm.....I'm hoping Race caught that. Better make a note to self to check that out.
Anyway, I find it all rather amusing.
And it makes me so, so very happy to have Savannah. ;-)
I'm going to go and turn on Tim Gunn's Guide to Style, just to try and slow down the testosterone in the room.
Balance. That's my job.
Cheers!
Melissa
3 comments:
Don't you just love boys and their toys. Rusty went skeet shooting a couple weeks ago and we still have two guns, in cases, and a cleaning kit in the dining room. (Yes, the answer is yes to any gun haters that may be reading this, we keep guns in our house). Rusty was skeet shooting on working hours with his boss. {sigh} He has such a hard job, I don't know how he stands it.
If it helps... when U-Dad & I were dating, I once fell asleep during dinner. Just leaned against the wall and dozed off while he was talking.
I'm glad that your boys have such a fascinating man in their lives! Savannah too.
Having a rockin-cool mom is a pretty major thing too, right?
If you ever conquer the balance thing, please share your secret!!
Race is too cool. Only you are cool enough to be his better half!
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