Boys Night

We kept it pretty low key because my son had just gotten over a sickness and passed it to me.  I appreciate all of the great suggestions on what to do from the judge and the chambers.  They are great family people.  After dinner we went to the Red Box to pick out a movie.  We picked the one about the owl guardians.  On our way home we picked up some fruit smoothies to eat during the movie.  We changed into our pajamas when we got home and snuggled up on the couch to the movie and our smoothies.  I think that both of us would agree that although all of that was fun, the best part was the conversation while picking up the movie and smoothies.  What do a 30-year old attorney and a 4-year old dreamer talk about?  You'd be surprised.  We talked about what I would do if my son were a dragon and ate me up (we concluded that we wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore), or if he were a beast with sharp teeth (he told me that I couldn't yell at him because it would make him mad and bite me, so I said I would just feed him lots of meet and get him a bigger toothbrush, which he liked), and about saving up for a truck that is wider than all the rest, taller than all the rest, and longer than the street.  In fact, it would be "so big that the other cars wouldn't be able to stand it."  Coincidentally, we both got excited when we saw the truck he described right outside of the store with the Red Box.  It was a large, white moving van.  It was "exactly" the kind of truck he wanted.  I think he wants a truck that big to push our way through all of the traffic in Maryland.  He was getting pretty anxious to get the movie and smoothies, then anxious to get home and enjoy them.  In his words, there are "at least 100 cars" here.  Whereas, our new home when the clerkship ends will only have "about five cars."  I couldn't get enough of my time with my boy.  So, even though it was already almost two hours past his bedtime, I agreed to read him one long book.