Caleb apparently ran across the bag with
the old baseball cards that I purchased at one of the antique stores over the
weekend. Nothing like a conversation
about all things aged with a five-year-old.
Caleb wanted to know how old I was and how old Nani was, which
inevitably evolved into a time of wondering about death and dying. He decided that I was good to last at least
until I was around 89 years old. Why 89?
Caleb: “That’s because I’ll be a teenager
then.”
Hmm.
Not sure about the math there, but 89 sounds like a good number. I explained to him that I just wanted to live
to be old enough to dance with Cailyn at her wedding. He assured me that I would make that
easily. Christi pressed the issue just a
bit:
Christi: “How old will Cailyn be when she
gets married?”
Caleb: “38”Yep. Her Daddy will love that response. But he wasn’t done with his future projections:
Caleb: “I want four children. Two boys and two girls. And I want a mansion with a swimming pool.”
Nice to have your life so well planned
out. We finally got back around to the
source of the discussion in the first place, the discovery of the baseball
cards, and why we weren’t going to open the box to see which cards were in
there.
Me: “When I die your Daddy and Uncle Nathan
and Uncle Kel will have to fight over who gets to keep my baseball cards.”
Caleb: “Well, I want Uncle Nathan to call
me when the fighting starts, and I’ll be the referee. And my wife will tell where the fight will
be.”Mark your calendars for that one, Ladies and Gentlemen. Referee Caleb and his wife, the venue specialist/event promoter present … the fight of the century.
Now one thing you need to understand about
Caleb is that he has become a rabid Baylor Bears fan since their arrival in
Waco, much to the chagrin of some members of the family who happen to have
graduated from new-to-football-competition Houston Baptist University. And after watching Baylor’s systematic
demolition of SMU on TV the other night, his super-fan status only
strengthened. HBU graduate Daddy did his
best to explain that the HBU Huskies were just learning how to play football,
so their team was not as good as the Baylor team. Apparently, however, the opportunity that soon
presented itself for a little bit of trash talking was just too much to let
pass. See, the family has made plans to
get together for the HBU homecoming game.
On that auspicious occasion we will celebrate Luke’s first birthday with
a tailgate party. A concerned Mommy had
a question:
Christi: “Caleb, will you cheer for the
Huskies when we go to their game?”
Caleb: “No.
I’ll laugh at the Huskies.”Ouch.
We ended the day with a trip to the Baylor
student center. They have a small
bowling alley in the basement. I did OK
enough the first game. (Nothing to get
excited about – one fifty something. I
can’t remember the last time we went bowling).
But it was enough that Caleb told Josh he was “considering becoming a
fan of DadDad.” Of course that was just
until my knee stopped cooperating during the second game and Christi had to
take over my spot. Sigh. 89 is looking a long ways off.
Psalms 37:25-26 says, “I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous
forsaken or their children begging bread. They are always generous and lend freely;
their children will be blessed.”
Father, thank you for special family
moments, whatever they may look like.
Amen.
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