Fev'rary Tempf

 

 

Can you tell he's excited?

Blake's birthday was yesterday. He is now six.

If you live anywhere in Kentucky, you're already aware of this fact, as he has been telling everyone about it since last October.

"Trick or Treat!"

"My, aren't you cute?"

"Yep, and I'll be six on Fev'rary tempf!"

On his last birthday, I posted about one of the reasons that he and his brother are so precious to me. I won't go into that again, but if you want to read about it, or re-read it, it's right HERE.

This year, I thought I'd share one of the reasons that living with Blake is such a grand adventure.

Just a couple of weeks ago, on a Saturday morning, I took Starbuck out back for her...business.

On the way in through the back door, I noticed a police cruiser sitting on the street in front of my house.

The kid that lives next door has been in and out of trouble with the police for quite a while, and I just assumed that they were there for him again.

No, that just wouldn't be fun enough.

As I came in through the back door, Hunter yelled "Hey, Dad! There's a cop at the front door!"

I thought that perhaps they were there to ask some questions about the neighbors, even though we've personally never had any real trouble with them.

"Yes, Officer? What can I do for you?"

"Is everything okay here, Sir? We're checking up because we received a 911 hang-up from this address."

"...Oh. Blake?"

"Yeah, Daddy?"

"Did you call the police?"

"Yep."

"Oh. Why?"

"I wanted them to take Hunter to jail 'cause he took some of my toys."

"Ah. I see."

I apologized profusely to the officer, who said that this kind of thing actually happens far more than you would think. She had a little talk with Blake about responsibility, and it was chalked up to one of those "lesson learned" kind of things.

Now he only pretends to call the police on his toy phone:

"Hello, police? Come and take my brother to jail. I'll give you cookies."

This is just one of the many things that Blake does on a regular basis that keeps my life so interesting.

With both of my kids, and Blake in particular, I never know what kind of adventure the day is going to bring or what kinds of tricks they're going to pull.

With Hunter's devious intelligence, and Blake's "Why not, that seems fun" attitude, I'm growing older by the minute.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I love you, Blake, and I look forward to many more years of being sometimes amused and sometimes terrified by the things you do.
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Thanks for reading my ranting,

Brad