Our children do a pretty bang up job at keeping us on our toes. Sometimes though, the old folks pull a few aces out of their sleeves too.
The Daddy decided that he needed to have some “man time” with our oldest. He wanted to surprise him, wake him up while it was still dark out, and take him out on the boat for some fishing, sunrise gazing, honey bun eating and man-to-man talking.
Daddy’s done this a few times with each of the older two. They always talk about it for weeks afterward. I know, beyond doubt, that these predawn adventures will stick with them for years to come.
So, I was all for it, but it left me with two other little men who would need some special treatment of their own.
I woke them up early too, and told them we needed to find some disguises, as we’d been called to a dangerous and difficult mission.
I sort of thought they’d get into the dress up box and emerge as Batman or Hong Kong Fooey. Instead, they surprised me by heading for my sock drawer.
We embarked, thus arrayed, on our journey to mission control (aka IHOP). My men were quite impressed to be surrounded by the flags of so many different nations. Who knew that breakfast could become a geography lesson?
I was impressed too, mainly over the fact that we were also surrounded by two very distinct age brackets – seniors and teenagers playing hooky. I think we were the only patrons present who were in posession of their natural hair color – not grey, not purple either. Not that I’m opposed to grey or purple, I’m just saying, is all.
We took up our post and set to work, right away, deciphering secret messages.
Being thrill seeking adventurors, we threw caution to the wind and ordered up some stiff drinks – chocolate milk and Diet Coke (there, I said it, the monkey is on my back once more.)
I also got to demonstrate some evasive maneuvers. This one above is called “The Wrench, Indulge and Slide”. It’s designed to disarm small utensil-weilding fiends by offering them yet more chocolate milk while moving the weaponry out of reach.
We had some alarming intel that there could possibly be a mole in our midst, so we had to do a little spying (under guise of bathroom visits, of course).
Hmmm…everything seems to be ship shape. We did a few more subtle walk-bys though, just to be sure.
At last, we were given our assignments.
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it, young men, is to wipe this smug mug off the face of the earth.”
Evil, red-eyed, Dr. Chocolate FlapJack didn’t stand a chance.