Brought the family to the Cards game last night to celebrate Cal's birthday. Other than the score, it was awesome. They didn't fight or say they were bored or ask to leave. As a matter of fact, Dyl seems to have his first love which was mine as well at his age.
Baseball. It seems to be all he wants to do now and that, like Jesus, is alright with me.
I told Cal he could get all he could eat so he took me up on it. (
Pic of Cal and me.) Man, this kid can eat. He wanted to start with cotton candy but I told him to eat something more nutritious, like a hot dog.
Then he wanted to go get nachos. On his own. No worries, let him go. But then the cotton candy connection dried up. He spied them in the outfield and I was prepared to walk all the way around the stadium to get some. Hey a promise is a promise. When I notice a couple sneaking into the good seats and she had half a bags worth. Watch this I tell Cal. Go down a couple aisles her date/husband looked like WTF does this guy want and I offer her eight bucks for her stash. She says "are you serious" and I reply "you don't know how serious I am". I procure the cotton candy and everybody was happy. So much fun.
Actually I'm watching "Mean Girls" right now (on in the background).
My current cat does that all the time. Never saw that before in other cats.
ETA: excuse the poor sentence structure. English is his second or third language, and yet he still wields it better than half the shark pool.
afuq?
