Most adorable apology ever (via my toddler son)
He knocked down a curtain rod, but it’s tough to get cross with this one…
So my two-year old son likes to point and tell me everything he sees when we are outside. Cars, trucks, buses, dogs and especially flags. Yesterday, we were walking through Ferndale (just a bit north of Detroit) and we strolled by a house that had two huge American flags waving in the wind. And he pointed at them and said, “Look, Daddy, flags!” Only he is still learning to pronounce a lot of things, and when he says “flags” he doesn’t really make the required “L” sound. So anyway, at the same time he says, “Look, Daddy, flags!” (without the “L”), two gentlemen, who were holding hands, walked by. One of them looked at me with the kind of horror reserved for a Westboro Baptist Church rally, the other just opened his mouth in utter shock. At that point, I’m pretty certain all the color drained from my face as I pointed at the house and stammered, “I swear to God he was talking about the flags…” It took them a second before they looked down in the stroller at my son, who was giggling and pointing to the house, wondering why no one else was as excited about the flags. When the two gentlemen saw him and realized the obvious misunderstanding, both of them burst out laughing and exchanged high fives with my toddler. Disaster avoided.
I survived two pretty serious car accidents, an attempted car jacking and a fight with cancer. I’ve always wondered why God or fate or whatever spared me when I’ve seen so many others taken. Then I had a son. And it all made sense. He’s why I’m still here.
Instead of lullabies, I sing my son Grateful Dead songs at bedtime. That’s normal, right? Maybe not. But he seems to enjoy it…
I learned something today while walking through the Cass Corridor in Detroit. Hipsters will not smile at babies. I’m not sure why. Seriously dude, you are wearing a fake mustache and a plaid fedora, if anyone should have a sense of humor, it’s you.
