Friday, May 27, 2005

How Not To Parent 1

We went to Florida last weekend. We stayed on the beach in Fort Walton. There was seafood and sand and sun and everyone had a really, really good time.

Sonya has always said she wanted to stop in Mobile and see the U.S.S. Alabama, the World War II-era battleship permanently docked in Mobile Bay. I went once when I was a kid, and I remembered it as pretty awesome. We stopped there Sunday on the way home.

It was pretty awesome, though Sonya was a little leery of the steep stairways - and I was cautious about carrying a squirming little boy up and down them. But it was neat. Sonya was impressed with how massive the guns were. John ran around happily.

We were walking from the aircraft pavillion to the U.S.S. Drum, a grounded submarine that you can crawl into. Very cramped, but cool. On the way to the sub we passed a concrete bench.

"Put John on the bench," Sonya said, "and I'll take his picture."

I put him on the bench. Normally, John likes to have his picture taken. He'll give you lots of nonchalant profiles and then bust out the big cheesy grin. Not this time, though. We was squirming and muttering to himself and looked uncomfortable. Sonya got the picture.

"What's the problem, kid?" I asked him as I helped him off the bench.

"Hot," he said, "hot, hot, hot."

I felt the bench. Yeah, it was pretty hot.

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