This week the Navy ships were in town like they are every year and I decided to take Lil’ Lil’ Bro to tour one. We stood in line behind one of those couples who make you cringe when you watch them interact with their children. They say things like, “Git yer butt over here” and “I’ll smack you”
The family behind us was Mexican and their interaction in Spanish with their kids was no better. Their daughter, Anna and son, Elvis were playing on the sloped walkway near the line. They kept calling out to Anna and telling her that if she falls, she better not cry. Or if she falls, she better not come back to them.
I had a long time in line to contemplate parenting styles.
We got on the ship finally and spent waay too long on the tour. Conversations with the various sailors frightened me. They wouldnt shut up about how many boats they could take out with each particular mounted weapon on deck.
I dropped Elijah off and came home to go running with Jess. We went to our usual spot downtown and couldnt find parking anywhere because of the Rose Festival. We parked really far away and had to dodge all the stupid people who idle along the walkway shoving caramel corn and cotton candy in their mouths. They love to waddle along, all spread out and stare you down as you approach them on the walkway, but make no attempt to get the hell out of your way as you try to keep a decent pace. Stupid Americans.
Jess and I had time for lots of deep conversation during our run and the long walk back to the car. Our topics of discussion were: whole milk, breast pain, going without underwear, navy ships, physics (how the hell do those things stay afloat?), stupid Americans and concrete roadways. Actually, the concrete roadway conversation was mostly one-sided as I attempted to stay interested in Jess’s long-winded explanation of her love of long concrete roadways that efficiently curve and get you where you need to go without stopping. I had to cut it off somewhere, but she begged me to let her add one more thing. I dont remember what it was.