A Good Age

This is one of my favorite pix. That sweet child is our now 21 year old son playing an arcade game. At least he thought he was playing an arcade game. He was too young to know that you had to put money in, to get them to play. He just watched the little preview of the game and twisted the knobs thinking he was making it work! Such innocence. Such joy. It didn't matter to him that the game really wasn't playing. I love the fact that this pix captured him standing on his tippy-toes to see the screen.

We were on a weekend vacation at a motel and had just gotten out of the pool. He was still wet and wearing his daddy's T-shirt. He had had the beach towel around him, but as you can see that was quickly thrown on the floor. The arcade games had to be played each time we passed by them.

This jogged my memory of a time that we went to Florida on vacation. On that trip he noticed every billboard and restaurant sign and was quick to point out any McDonald's that we happened to miss. He also noticed all the billboards with Bob Vila on them, only he called him Bob Beela. So most of the way down the interstate we heard, "Look! There's Bob Beela!" Yes, we were remodeling way back then.