Me, Myself, and Twins: No Idea

     Madame T-Rex and I had been emailing back and forth during the week trying to figure out the reasons for Beck's sudden refusal to come back. She had suggested maybe going to McDonald's as Beck really likes the play land. I thought long and hard about that one. Would I be able to go to McDonald's and resist Coke. The bane of my existence! Would I have to call my 12 step sponsor before I went. My hands got the Coke shakes. I would do it...for my son!  I told T-Rex that I would take them and to let the boys know.
     I pulled up front of the boys house and Beck was leading the charge towards my truck. I was about to be over run by twins wearing monster hats! I yelled up to T-Rex that apparently McDonald's was were I was going to have to go from now on. She informed me that she had not told Beck we were going. Beck just decided he wanted to come. Killian told me, "Daddy, I need two steps!" That is my cue to squat down and with one knee higher than the other so he can use my thigh's as steps. He also said," I need steps cause I lid-O tiny Daddy." Beck's response was, "Daddy, I don't need steps cause I really big!" Beck proceeded to use the best bouldering technique's and somehow managed to use the floor mat and car seat for hand holds to haul himself up. He was right. He did not need steps. The boys then proceeded to step/jump on everything in the truck with their snowy/muddy boot. The fact that the boys are still alive is a testament to how much I love them. My inner OCD could only focus on all the mud and small rocks on my leather interior. I love my boys...I love my boys...I love my boys.
     Because Killian had heard me say McDonald's as he was coming to the truck I got this... I wanna go McDonald's Iwanna go McDonald'sI wanna go McDonald's Iwanna go McDonald's Iwanna go McDonald's until I answered him. I gave him a few times finding it funny and thinking he would stop. It lost its humor so I answered.
     We played at McDonald's for two hours. The boys were very well behaved. I was a bit scared of going there by myself with two and only coming back with one. That is only fifty percent. In scouts our goal was always seventy-five percent. When we got back in the truck my conversation went like this with Beck...
Beck: I like you Daddy
Me: I love you buddy
Beck: I like playing with you Daddy
Me: Then why didn't you want to come play with me on Saturday?
Beck: You have a biggie truck!
Me: Why didn't you want to come play with me on Saturday?
Killian: Cement tuck!Cement tuck!Cement tuck!Cement tuck!Cement tuck!Cement tuck!

Stupid cement truck. It was really cool, but I had hoped to have a different conversation right then. As we were driving away Beck said, "It is such a beautiful day. The sun. The snow. It is a beautiful day." Killian answered with "Cement tuck!Cement tuck!Cement tuck!Cement tuck!Cement tuck!Cement tuck!"

I had to get away from construction vehicles. We went to my house to play. The boys have been talking about Christmas lights so I went and purchased a tree. Those that know me really well, will know this is a big deal! Even bigger than allowing mud on my leather seats. Or throwing all of Daddy's alphabetized CD's on the ground. I don't like Christmas. I don't like all the work that goes into it, only to have to do more work to take it down a month later. I was very excited to see what, if anything, the boys would say. Killian ran over to the tree and said," Daddy! Daddy! The kissmas tee (Killian sounds like he is three, Beck sounds like he is six) is so bootiful. There is red, geen, and blue. And a train around the tee. Yay. Yay. Yay." For that response I would become Clark Griswald every year! I got a bit teary eyed.

Here's to hoping Beck comes back on Saturday!