It’s Thursday night, about 7:30. Nate and Graham and I have had a really nice evening together, eating pizza and playing then relaxing together.
Nate and I are hanging out in the laundry room, which, oddly enough, doubles as the Man Cave at our house. The washer and dryer are tucked into one corner of the room in our basement that also houses a lot of Graham’s tools, a work bench, Graham’s work clothes and tiny drawers upon tiny drawers of screws, nails, nuts and bolts.
Nate loves to hang out in here because there are lots of cool things that belong to his dad that he loves to explore. For instance, tonight he found four large stoppers that he pretended were something called “BeyBlades”, a toy he sees the big kids using at the playground at school. I don’t really understand how they work, but they make Nate want to count to three, over and over and over, so I’m okay with him pretending those stoppers are this particular toy these days.
Later he found a splash guard of Graham’s and had fun with that.
All of this is to say that nights like this make me feel happy, even if we are just hanging out in the Man Cave/Laundry Room, because we are all together.