I saw Boy downstairs messing around with the Legos. I thought, “Oh, that is nice. He is helping me clean up this dump.” In my misguided optimism I hollered, “Boy, when you’re done cleaning up the Legos could you shelve the books?” He stopped and looked up at me like I was a foreigner in these parts. “I am not cleaning the Legos,” he specified. “I am playing with them.” Duh. With a little help, of course.
This continued for quite some time. Jehu was concerned. He came to me in private and asked, “Why does Daddy like playing with the baby Legos?” Cuz, like all grown men everywhere, Daddy likes playing with any Lego.
A while ago I resolved to make a lemon meringue pie every year on my birthday. That way when I knock over dead at the ripe old age of 85 I at least will have accomplished something.
This year’s pie turned out a whole lot better than last year’s. In fact, I liked the recipe so much I will have a hard time experimenting with another one. The author explained a lot of chemistry behind the construction of a lemon pie. For instance, after your starch thickens, overheating can make it implode. Not to mention, vigorous whisking toward the end can break down whatever you just built. With this in mind I got a nice firm set on the pie itself. I was less happy with the meringue. I wanted bigger and badder. However, it did taste delightful. I also made a coconut cream pie while I was at it. And after dinner I am going to sit down and eat a slice of each on the same plate and be very pleased. Happy (late) birthday to me.
Today is my 34th birthday. I didn’t even cringe. Rather I felt impressed by all the good years God has given me.
And Daddy Boy made me breakfast. 🙂