If this is Day 1, I can’t wait to see what Day 30 brings.
He waved his wand again, slashing it in front of him, “Boom! In-N-Out!” and he motioned that there was a box in front of him. Later I leaned that he meant it was an actual In-N-Out restaurant. I laughed again, but not as loud as when he first said it.
A funny thing happened on the walk home from school yesterday. My son asked me to repeat what I had just did, but I didn’t know what I had just done.
“No, do what you did the first time,” he pleaded.
“What did I do the first time?” I asked.
“You went,” and he gave a deep, Santa Claus laugh, even holding his belly and leaning his head back, “Ha ha, hoo hoo, ha ha ha!” as deep as a thin, 11-year old can while walking down a sidewalk after school.
So I did my best hearty laugh, but I’m sure it wasn’t as authentic as that first one. He noticed.
“No, like the first time,” he said again. “Why did you laugh so hard the first time?”
I thought about it for just a second, but I knew the answer, the truth. “Because I thought it was really, really funny,” I said.
“You did? You really did?”