Pardon my French

Cara just texted me to alert me that Ferris is on AMC tonight. So I'm watching from the office, putting in some computer time and just relaxing now that the boys are in bed. Love this movie--I don't think a day goes by that I don't quote from some part of it. "I didn't hit you, I lightly slapped you," was just now. Classic.

We've been outside almost constantly since the weather turned, and it's been great. The boys are thrilled to spend time in the backyard and at their favorite playgrounds again, and we even went mini-golfing over the weekend. Grady really loved that (they had little plastic clubs for tiny guys), and I was happy that there weren't many other people there so we could take our time. Especially when G was deliberately throwing his ball into the water hazards over and over.

Evan stayed up late Saturday because Allegheny was having a fireworks display up at the football field. We could have watched it from home, but Ev was really pumped about going up to the field, so he and I made the trip while Daddy stayed home with sleeping G. It was a great display, and we sat pretty close which made it even more exciting.

The only problem was that it was a college function, which meant it was attended by mostly college kids. I have no problem with them, they don't bug us, we don't bug them, we happily coexist. But pretty much every other word we heard up there was the f-bomb, and there was lots of smoking going on of various types, and the smell of booze was very obvious. I was worried that Ev was going to pick up some of these choice words that were being shouted all around him, but he was pretty good. I told him not to repeat anything he heard, and so far he hasn't. He yells at me if I say "stupid", so I guess I shouldn't have worried. He also took it upon himself to tell these kids why they shouldn't smoke and the reasons it's bad for them. I hope he's as good at sticking to his guns when he's 12 as he is now at age six.