If the Council of Four Year Olds decided at its annual meeting (what? they talk! how else do you think they would all spontaneously arrive at the concepts for war games and rescuing bugs at the exact same age, <i>despite</i> being assiduously overprotected and/or warned since birth?) to define a universal definition of Little Boy Heaven, it might look something like this:
6:30 a.m. Wake up and jump on Mom’s head.
7:00 a.m. Eat waffles, with fresh blueberries and syrup to dip in, as a special treat
8:00 a.m. Take a ride in the car, past not one but TWO construction sites, and slow down to identify each and every truck, by name AND function.
8:20 a.m. Wave at the horses.
9:30 a.m. Take a break, and run around on the playground with Mom. Bonus points if the toddler brothers go down the slide all by themselves, squealing with delight.
9:50 a.m. Races across the fresh-cut grass.
10:15 a.m. Meet friends at a neighborhood rummage sale. Decide with colleagues (all four year old boys) to buy battleship game. Then change minds in favor of chocolate cupcakes.
10:20 a.m. Smear chocolate icing on shirtsleeves (don’t forget to lick the sprinkles off the wristband).
10:40 a.m. Invite each other back “to check out mine car.”
11:15 a.m. After a thorough inspection of the Minivan of the Day, complete with automatic door testing, agree to part ways, briefly, and meet up for playdate after lunch.
12:00 p.m. Arrive home, discover men in trees, with ropes and chainsaws. Sit on the driveway to watch.
2:00 p.m. Realize that we’ve been sitting on the driveway and circling the garage with our bikes for several hours. Demand snack and capri suns.
2:25 p.m. Dirt delivery.
2:30 p.m. Adjourn with friends to the back yard, to dig in the garden and fill it with even more dirt.
2:35 p.m. Pick up first worm.
2:40 p.m. Cordon off area of the garden where the baby worm was found, and put up a sign so no one disturbs it.
2:45 p.m. Abandon afternoon’s plans for impromptu wade in the creek.
3:15 p.m. Get stuck, and figure out how to get unstuck.
3:30 p.m. Allow mothers to fuss over us, and to change us from the waist down because all our clothes are wet, and it’s getting a bit chilly out here, don’t you think?
4:00 p.m. Submarine play in the Splashatorium.
4:30 p.m. Another snack. Something sweet this time.
4:55 p.m. Battleship.
5:30 p.m. Pizza for dinner.
6:00 p.m. Wii with Daddy.
7:30 p.m. Snuggles and stories, and dreams of high adventure.
Friends, this was (yet another) perfect day. My little boys and I were in Little Boy Heaven, and we’re happy to finally spend bright spring days together outside, digging, climbing, exploring, learning, and adventuring together.
It may not seem like much, but to me, it’s everything.
All those months sick in bed, taking poision through my veins, willingly burning my skin, and submitting to surgeries … today, they were worth it. Today, my heart sang with the birds and laughed like a two-year-old.
I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. And now, I’ve had it not once, but two or even three times in one week.
I wonder what we will do tomorrow.