Yesterday, after weeks of heartfelt trying, Besh was finally able to take a nap at school. He fell asleep hard, so much he had to be carried back to class for the afternoon session. His teachers put a pillow on the carpet and he promptly went back to sleep, only waking up for the final song. His classmates congratulated him for finally napping and he was incredibly proud of himself.
In celebration, I asked him where he wanted to go for the day’s Daddy Adventure.
Besh: “I want to go to the purple Chuck E Cheese!”
The purple Chuck E Cheese is the north Austin location, which is admittedly nicer than the much closer yellow Chuck E Cheese near us. No, I don’t know why they are called that–it makes sense to Besh so he considers it a waste of time to explain it to his dense parents. Unfortunately, the purple Chuck E Cheese is an hour or more away with evening traffic, so I told him we could do the yellow Chuck E Cheese instead. He agreed and off we went.
When we pulled to the traffic light right before the yellow Chuck E Cheese, Besh had an idea.
Besh: “I want them to build another Chuck E Cheese. A purple Chuck E Cheese. Right here.”
Me: “Right here? At the light?”
“Yes, of course.”
“So there would be two Chuck E Cheeses here?”
“But then which one would you go to?”
“I would go to the yellow one AND the purple one!”
“Oh yes, of course! You tell them, okay? You tell them to build another purple Chuck E Cheese here.”
“Okay, I will tell them.”
So, Chuck E Cheese corporation, please build another purple Chuck E Cheese down by the yellow Chuck E Cheese. Thanks.
Later that night, after we’d read books and we were doing our nighttime hug, Besh gave me a big hug and said, “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Besh,” I replied.
“I have fun with you,” he told me.
Which are just about the best two things he could say to me.