There are two men I know in the world who keep the seat down: my dad and, by training, my husband. Unfortunately, the seat is now a trivial matter. It is time to step our game up and keep the lids down! For my son has finally found the joy in searching for underwater treasures. Mmmmm-mmmmmm.
And today we remembered Thomas’ kindred spirit, cousin Patrick, a veteran treasure-seeker. We hoped P’s intrigue was a unique and isolated one, but it seems that boys will just be boys. Cousin P had his glory days (are they done yet, Maureen?) and certainly claimed victory here and there much to his mother’s horror. It may sound terrible but I hope my son fails in this little adventure. Perhaps he can live the thrill vicariously through Patrick’s past experiences. Is it too much to hope for this Momma?