Any excuse for BBQ
We celebrated Cinco De Mayo last night. Not because we're big fans of Ignacio Zaragoza or anything. It had more to do with the fact that the cold spell is over and spring has returned again. If that isn't a good enough reason for a BBQ, I don't know what is.
The party was over at Mike's house. Mike is a poker buddy and Joe loves to visit him and his roommates. It might be the action figures around the house, or just Joe's conviction that my friends are nocturnal creatures. In his words, "they're always asleep during the day. They must be nocturnal!" To him, visiting my friends is more fun than going to the zoo.
As always, the boy was on his best behavior. Roxy, who bartends as at my favorite watering hole, couldn't get over him. Her small dog, Mr. Pickles, was a bit less in favor of a 4 year old boy running around the yard. Of course, we're talking about a dog who is also afraid of sudden movement, people talking or gravity so being afraid of Joe seems mild in comparison.
The boy ate his meal at the poker table. He should feel comfortable at it. It's where most of his toys and his bike came from. He should learn the lesson that money doesn't grow on trees. Instead it has to be extracted from suckers drawing to an inside straight. Or something like that. I'm not too good at the fatherly lessons.