Saturday was a guy’s day. My friend Rich, Josh and my cousin’s son, Joe drove out to the Willow Run Airport to watch the Blue Angels and enjoy an airshow. And that was pretty much what happened. I mean, we did enjoy the airshow but it turns out that I’m starting to feel I deserve that cranky title my wife has granted me. Two kids who can’t seem to hear what you’re saying is amazingly irritating especially in ridiculous heat and suffocating humidity. If I take into consideration that kids will be kids though then I’d have to say that they were incredibly well behaved. What can I say? It’s a sliding scale.
Here are a few pictures from the day.
Our day started with rain. And almost immediate disobedience. I told the boys they could stand under the umbrella. Neither took it serious for more than five seconds. After further consideration, I decided the joke was on them and they got a free shower courtesy of Mother Nature.
This look is either because the gates are now 45 minutes late opening, or because he’s tired of hearing me tell the boys to stand under the umbrella.
If you let an 8-year-old handle his own sunblock application this is what happens. I could have let him stay that way but in a gesture of mercy, and a desire to not look like an unfit father, I decided to take it from here.
These fellas right here are why we endured the rain. And they didn’t disappoint. Well, unless you really came to see their C-130 “Fat Albert” fly…
Josh and Joe got to sit in a Navy helicopter. It’s a really sad state of affairs when the soldier overseeing this had to yell at a grown man for trying to peel a piece of metal off. Seriously, guy? You’re what? 45? And you still need to be told to “look, don’t touch”?
Josh and Joe spent 80% of the time asking us how each one of the aircraft inspired the fictional aircraft present in the Halo games. We would remind them that we didn’t design the game and they’d respond by already being mid-sentence into a new question. Fact: Kids are more interested in hearing themselves talk than in the answers they supposedly seeking. Furthermore, based on how much they talked about video games, it occurs to me that they may have thought we were at a strange video game expo. The Xbox’s in the Chevrolet booth probably didn’t help matters at all.
This was during the WWII re-enactment. I was using a crappy point and shoot so I was impressed with how this picture turned out. Soldiers, and airplanes and Budweiser, oh my!
The boys got SO geeked when they saw this. “Holy Shit!”, I imagine one of them thought “life-sized Tetris blocks”. When I told them this was a B-2 Stealth Bomber their enthusiasm dampened. “Oh, It’s just a plane.” “Not just a plane” I could have told them… “a plane that blows stuff up.. HUGE!!” And it’s to this I imagine their reply would be, “Whoa! Like in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2?” And I would then facepalm myself.
So that was our trip to the airshow. I took this estrogen-free experience to relive some of my stupid youthful nonsense. On several occasions I rolled my window down and yelled at folks. Not mean. Just like “AHHH!!” Then Rich reminded me of one time when I was in the car with my friend Pam and I kept yelling the word “Dirt” at people. She was pretty much horrified. I loved it then and Rich reminding me of it made me love it all over again. Having friends who have been around since grade school is an unbelievable blessing. I am so grateful to share even a small bit of my life with these folks who knew me before I was the reasonably responsible adult I am today. I love them like family.
As I looked through these pictures today, Addison stood next to me and pointed to Rich.
“Rich is your brother?”
“No, baby. Rich isn’t Daddy’s brother. But he’s as close to being a brother as you can get without actually being a brother.”
She smiled at this, no doubt figuring her old man had lost his mind. Then I could see the gears in her head start turning and her eyes brightened and she looked thoughtfully up at me and asked…
“Can I have my Nintendo DS?”
Oh for crying out loud. Another nerd.