May 1st, 2008
A Boy After My Own Heart
We had a great time at Great Wolf Lodge! It was truly worth it - I will get around to posting about it . . . but this made me giggle. As Dude and I were hanging out in the hot tub Tuesday morning before we left while waiting for Hubby and Princess to finish breakfast and join us, this is the conversation that ensued . . .
Dude: Hey Mom. Did you get a picture of that big water structure over there that we can walk around on with all the fun stuff?
Me: Yup.
D: And did you take a picture of that huge bucket on top?
M: Yup.
D: And did you get a picture of me and Keira standing under the bucket before the water dumped out?
M: Yup.
D: And how about when all that water came crashing down and there was so much that you couldn’t even see us . . . did you get a picture of that?
M: Yup.
D: And what about after, when we were standing there totally soaking wet? Did you get a picture of that?
M: Yup.
D: Good. Because that would make a really cool scrapbook page! You could start with cutting out some water to put across the bottom. Then you could put the pictures in order across the page so people could see how huge it was and how much water there was and how you couldn’t even see us through all the water and then how wet we were. That would be really cool.
Ahhhhhh - I’m teaching the boy well 
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How cute is that? He has the page all planned out. Sounds like a project to work on together!
He watches and listens so intensely when you are doing things that I’m not surprised that as Karen said, “he has the page all planned out”. Some day his wife is going to know she really made a great catch!!
OOOHHHH!!! How cool is THAT! My daughter’s too young and my boys could care less…they just like to see the finished pages of themselves…sigh….
that is an awesome story! Love it!
oh i am loving this conversation…soooo cute!
What a relationship you have built with your children. He is very much in tune with what you do and who you are…..you are doing a great job raising your children. I have a son like that! Only with mine it wasn’t scapbooking, my son dressed up and went to an adult dance with me and even danced the most important slow dance of the night with the Hardee’s owners being the only ones on the floor. My partner wasn’t my husband, it was my son. I believe he was 17 or 18 at the time.