We are heading to my inlaws “sprawling estate” in far-away-land for the weekend and it cracks me up at how excited Andy and I get over simple things:
Andy: Make sure you bring a book because I’m gonna be taking lots of naps so I’m not going to be able to entertain you.
Me: O-ka-y? I’m not 5 and can pretty much entertain myself. Besides I have 4 months worth of magazines to read.
Andy: And then I’m going to play pool with my dad and ride their tractor. Probably play horseshoes and uh maybe target shooting. [at this point I’m picturing him as a little kid anxious to start a road trip and jumping up and down excitedly]
Andy: Hopefully they’ll have saved some grass for me to mow. I’ll probably play horseshoes too.
Me: You already said that.
Andy: Did I? It bears repeating. You’re bringing a book, right?
Andy: Maybe bring a movie too. I wonder if I should cook them dinner…
Me: Sounds good to –
Andy: Hi mom! Do you guys want me to cook dinner for you? No? Okay, Bee can make breakfast one morning.
Andy: Mom says she’s gonna cook but you can make breakfast.
To recap, Andy will be taking naps, riding on a tractor, mowing grass, playing horseshoes (twice apparently), playing pool and target shooting. I will be reading and cooking breakfast. Not too shabby for the Cor-Ruts!