On bein' a Grandpa.....

Kass and the boys are visiting this weekend and when I had learned about the upcoming trip to town earlier in the week I thought it might be fun to take the two older boys on a Rapid Transit ride to the Dallas Zoo.....

Well, that idea was quickly ixnayed even before I got the idea out of my mouth......."You'll lose one on the train....you'll lose one in the monkey cages....you'll forget how to get home".....whatever.... I still thought it might be fun.....but this morning, I think I understand now what was actually being said.

Brendon, my youngest grandson

When Caleb, my oldest grandson, arrived last night, I noticed he had a couple of rubber bracelets on his wrists much like kids wear these days....one was from church and I think one was from school.....

So, this morning while Nathan, my second oldest grandson, and I were messin' around in the kitchen, I saw a zip-tie laying on the counter...you know one of those plastic ties they are used everywhere to secure things including the wrists on criminals that cops arrest....because the ties are permanent until cut off.....(I think you know where I might be going)

 Well. I put the zip tie around Nathan's wrist so he could have a bracelet like his brother and just as I was snugging it up a little bit he kinda pulled his hand back and it got a little more snug than I expected....I thought I might just clip the end of it off, so it wouldn't have a chance of tightening even more and then it kinda dawned on me...."Uh, this probably isn't such a good idea"

 I got the scissors out of the drawer and figured I would just cut the thing off before anyone thought I was an idiot...well, as I slid the scissors under the tie what room that was left now began to tighten up on little Nathan's wrist....he said, "Grandpa that hurts"......well crap, just about that time I hear a fire truck siren wailing in the background (we live near a fire station) and I'm gettin' images flashing thru my mind that I dang sure don't want to have to take him to the fire satiation to get this thing off....

And then to add to the dilemma...I'm hearing voices from the living room saying..."What's going on in there?"....Obviously my reply was..."Um.. Nothing!" I tried to snip it off once again and Nathan now was gettin' a little more nervous and was saying.."Grandpa, don't cut me".......again more voices..."What's happening in there?"

So, I think I need to just get this snipped off, and smile and tell Nathan..."wasn't that fun?"......and I did just that and he kinda smiled back and that's when I realized..."Yeah, maybe I might hold off on the zoo thing until they are old enough to keep ME from gettin' lost in the monkey cage .........