Dinner with Dad

The kiddos have the wonderful opportunity to go out with their dear ol' Dad every once in awhile on a one-on-one basis. They get to pick a restaurant, have Dad's full and undivided attention for an evening and sometimes an extra treat. This last round has consisted of a trip to the bookstore to pick out a book.

Last night it was Mr. C's long awaited turn. He was beyond thrilled and chose Red Robin for dinner. When they got back I heard all about it...the fries, the corn dog, the root beer float and some of the conversation.

Apparently while out, Mr. C proceeded to drop numerous hints like, "It sure would be great if I could get a toy.......", "I could really use a new Nerf gun..." and so on.

To which Dad finally replied something like, "I want to get you a book because I don't think a toy is going to teach you anything."

This was followed by a pause heavy with deep thoughts.

And then Mr. C blurted out, "It would teach me to share!".

That kid. In the end he got a Geronimo Stilton book, which is about like a toy to him anyway. I've already threatened to take it away if he continues to read instead of doing what he's supposed to do, like get dressed, brush his teeth, go to sleep, eat, make sure he has matching shoes and socks on, watch where he's going, do homework, and/or anything else that gets in between him and reading. Otherwise, I'll find him curled in a corner reading and avoiding the rest of the world wearing his shirt inside out and two different shoes on (not even joking about that). I can't complain too much, because it certainly is a worthy endeavor and he does get that stuck-in-the-world-of-reading trait directly from me. So, what can I say really?! Except that he's one handsome devil with a mighty fine brain on his shoulders.