I am back. This will be short and sweet. The Lad had his first baseball game yesterday. He seemed more prepared than last year. I arrived at the tail end of his first at bat. He beat one into the ground, stood there and then ran. He was out by a little bit. Had he run right away, he would have beat it out. He said he thought that it was foul. I told him to just run and let the ump decide if it is foul or fair. The worst thing is that he walks back to the plate, picks up his bat and goes again. He hit a single in his next at bat.
The story I am going to tell is what came out of the Lad's mouth on Friday. As we, including the Outlaws, sat eating dinner, my mother in law asked what the Lad ordered at Denny's. He goes on to tell her about his French Toast Slam, that came with three humongous pieces of French toast, two pieces of bacon, two sausages, eggs and home fries. My mother in law remarked about a Senior Slam and goes on to talk, talk, talk about the small portions for seniors. The Lad hearing about a Senior Plate or Senior Slam asked, "What is that? Something with bran?"
I had tears in my eyes, I was laughing so hard. It was said with impeccable timing. He may be my son after all. Then again, at his school's open house a classmate of his said he looked just like me, but I would not take this kid's word for it.
There you have it, the Lad has made the connection between old folks and need for fibre. Then again, that is something he would NEVER see at the Outlaws. Ain't no vegetables that she won't massacre and magically remove any sense of flavor or texture, if she actually bought and prepared vegetables. Perhaps, there is a major need for some bran there. Kind of makes me wonder.
Ciao! Keep eating your bran. Keep regular. The key to life is a healthy and clean colon.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
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