As my family and I headed to King’s Bowling last night, I didn’t realize what I was in for. They were hosting the Dedham Summer 10- and 12-year old championship baseball teams (State and League Champs, respectively) for a night of bowling, pizza and all around fun. Andy and I were looking forward to seeing our friends that we haven’t been able to hang out with since August while the kids could play with all of their buddies.
Of course, when you’re the only family with a 12 year old AND an (almost) 4-year old , things don’t always go the way you plan.
While the older two kids were thrilled to ditch Mom and Dad, my shadow (I-mean-dear-little-Quinn) decided that Mommy was the only person he wanted to spend time with. And when I say “spend time,” I of course mean “attach to me the way a barnacle adheres to an ocean rock.” Which was awesome and TOTALLY conducive to adult conversation.
Within 14 seconds of the kind bartender pouring me a glass of wine so that I might catch up with a friend, Quinn had left his big brother and sister and climbed onto my lap. AT THE BAR.
(Aside: needed to pause writing blog post to take call from National Mother of the Year Award Nomination Committee…my chances are looking strong.)
As I tried to hold a conversation with actual adults while keeping my wine away from the tiny tornado on my lap, I was interrupted every four words with conversations like:
“My teacher at school says…”
“My friend Ryan’s little brother bit him…”
“Today I weared my socks AND Crocs just like Lukas…”
You get the gist.
Anyway, at one point Quinn seemed to climb up on to the bar and lay on it; obviously confused, I asked him what he was doing.
“An S! I see an S! It’s like a sssssss-nake, see?”
At that point, my sweet boy put his index finger on the S in the word “JoSe Cuervo” written on the bar and traced it.
“Here’s another S, Momma! Look, I see it!”
Quinn traces the S in the word “Grey GooSe.”
I am SO happy that the 20-something bartender was witnessing this entire incident. If HE has an in with the aforementioned Mother of the Year nomination committee, I’m now accepting wagers.
Education can come from anywhere, folks. Whether tailgating at a football game (keeping track of cornhole scores counts as math) or ante-ing up in poker (statistics are important, folks), one must never overlook a teachable moment. I can’t wait until Quinn is sworn in as Chief Justice and he credits his Mom for teaching him how to Spell all of thoSe confuSing AmmendmentS to the ConStitution correctly. I will be So proud.
In JoSe we trust.