John just walked into the family room wearing nothing but a smile...
...and these rain boots...
(I had to crop out part of the picture...you know...to maintain the decorum of the blog. Why he took off all of the clothes he was wearing remains a mystery.)I noticed immediately that he had two disc golf discs (basically glorified frisbees) tucked under his little arm.
...Oh, but don't call disc golf discs, "frisbees" around my older children because there is a high likelihood that you will be corrected.
When John found me he announced, "READY!!!" to which I responded somewhat hesitantly, "Oh, uh, well, I see...and just what are you ready to do?"
He replied "Ina go ow-sigh...'tay Mommy, peaaaaaaase?...Ina discs..."
Allow me to provide a rough translation..."I want to go outside...Okay, Mommy? Please? I want to play with the disc golf discs."
(It is interesting to note that he made sure he had his boots on before asking to go outside, because he knows that he needs shoes on to go outside. Also of note...he was sure to add his repeatedly well received, "peaaaaaaase" when he made his request to go outside. He knows I am basically powerless to resist him when he concludes a request with that darling little, "please.")
I gave Mike a brand new disc golf, "putter" for Christmas and John was OBSESSED with it. He carried it around for days after Christmas and even slept with it several times. If he didn't have it when he woke up in the morning he'd ask, "Wassa disc? Ina disc."
Some of the Christmas money John got from Grandparents went to buying him his very own RED (Mike's putter is red) disc golf disc. (We did try to hand give him a regular frisbee at one point. Nothin' doin'.)
I am pleased to report that John's head did not explode from excitement when Mike handed him his very own, RED, disc golf disc. He spent yesterday morning playing 9 holes of official disc golf with Mike and the boys.
I did, however, inform John just a little while ago, that disc golf is not a pants optional sport...and that he would need to get dressed if he wanted me to take him outside.
Boy Howdy, it's gonna be a great year. I can just feel it.
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