Today’s “Tacklerism Tuesday” has a special guest poster: CG aka Mr. Fix-It aka The Daddy.
A Day of Bonding
Another veridical paradox. I have recently been thinking about a lot of things that appear to be so absurd that they could not possibly be true, but nonetheless are true. Something of that nature happened on Saturday.
The Boy commonly referred to as “the Tackler” or “YOUR Son” or Gordo von Smashintosh was a nearly perfect boy for Daddy all day long.He was helpful and playful with his sister (playing a game of fetch with his sister and a high-bounce ball). He helped pick up after her. He helped get her food when she was hungry.
I’m pretty sure the last time my car was washed, the sky was doing most of the work. Both our cars needed some attention with a hose and washcloth. The Boy commonly described as a Destroyer of Worlds helpfully hosed down the cars while Daddy scrubbed them. Daddy (and Lil Diva) are incidentally sprayed, but never with the devilish intent that one might ascribe to him.
“I want to make it rain on top of the cars.”
The Boy took great initiative in wanting to water our plants (it has been rather dry), because he wanted to “watch them grow.” While he claimed to see growth, I am left skeptical of his observational skills, and demand peer-review of his research. Then again, he is four – imagination is all that counts.
We played Candyland for what should have felt like eternity. Candyland is largely a mindless game left entirely to chance. You could literally shuffle the cards, place the deck on the table and compute the winner. The only way to influence the outcome is to cheat (or change the rules).
However, the man who often says: “if it isn’t a challenge, it isn’t worth doing,” thoroughly enjoyed the game. Not because of the game, but because of how a four-year old can turn it into something amazing, absurd, and interesting by simply being silly. (Mommy note: the cackle of glee he gets when Daddy is sent backwards on the board is priceless). I probably played ten games of Candyland on Saturday.
I never won.
I finally got around to fixing my garage door opener. The Boy was a genuine help, holding things steady for Daddy when I asked. He helped smear grease on the new gears. He helped screw in the screws (I even let him use my cordless drill to do it). His only complaint:
“I want to use MY tools, not YOUR tools.”
He picked up at the end of the day – even though he was really tired. The Boy chose to read a book together instead of his reward – playing some games on the phone for getting so many stars on his “good behavior” chart.
Frequent readers might note that I’m referring to him as “The Boy” instead of his usual cadre of sarcastic nicknames. Today he showed himself to be better than those, and I think he deserves the respect that comes with that. I don’t know what course he will take, and which nicknames he’ll earn next. But I am hopeful that he can, and will be, a better man.
CG is the Computer God/Guru of the house. When he isn’t off being a software engineer, he can be found fixing the countless household objects/appliances/toys that break under Murphy’s Law. He also stars as The Favorite Parent and Person to Be Tackled/Climbed/Jumped.