This week is Spring Break for a lot of folks. Although it varies from state to state, place to place, this is that time of year when schools have that week off for the kids to go do...whatever kids do these days (I'm so freakin' grateful I don't have daughters). I know when I was a kid I never, not one time, actually went to some far-off location for Spring Break. Nor did I ever see boobies.
But then again, I was a fuggin' geek. What would I have done at one of these shin-digs? Probably not a whole lot.
Anyway, it's Spring Break at Bennett's school as well, since it actually works like a real school. Does that mean he will be out all summer though? No...they have a summer program for those deemed 'Super Needy'.
Bennett's been deemed.
Mon-Tue and Thu-Fri the grandparents on my wife's side have stepped in to be the Bennett Caregiver of the Day. But they were busy today, so I get the duty. Hee hee...he said 'duty'. Heh heh.
So far this morning within the first ten minutes he scratched my face and broke my glasses and I've had to use my back-up pair of sunglasses until I can find my old clear pair. It's mighty dark in here. I'll have to take them to the shop tomorrow to be repaired. That blows.
Other than that, it's been fairly uneventful as far as him being out of control. We've actually had a little fun together thus far.
I mention these little new things from time to time that he does. But I like to call them Wolf Nuggets. Why? Because, as always, yes it's great, but never, EVER, forget the words of Winston Wolf.
Anyway...he can now 'High Five'. Now granted, I don't generally 'High Five' anybody. Not even at sporting events. I guess I have intimacy issues. But the kids love it, and now, if I say 'High Five' to the B-Man, he will run over and slap my hand and await praise and 'yays'.
That's pretty cool. And although I taught my dog to do that too, it still is something nice to see in The Kid. Reminds me. I miss Parker. So here's a pic (that's Jen's sister with him). He's living out the rest of his days in Colorado with a cousin. We had to let him go when Carter was born because he would get so excited he would trample all over Carter in his excitement, even knocking him down stairs. Not his fault, but he had to go cause we weren't sure WHAT was gonna happen.
Maybe it's time to get a new beast for the house. I sure do miss having one. And although these days I look a little beastly, I don't count as a family pet.
Anyway, back to the B-Man.