Monday, September 16, 2013
Hi Mum, It's Sammy (The Return of Clone 63 - Part 4)
"Thanks for helping, Pop."
"Not a problem, Goby. What sort of assignment is it tonight?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Just a bit of maths, Pop. I could just grab a calculator."
"No, Goby, don't." I told him. "Sure, when you are older, you'll use a calculator or computer for all of it. But you should know how to do basic maths without help."
He gave me a look of disgust. "But Pop! Why should I bother now?"
"Let's say you are in a shop. You can pick the bag with 100 mints for 1.50. Or a bag of 300 mints for $5.00. Now which do you buy?"
Goby didn't stop to think. "The bigger bag?"
"That's why you need maths. If you buy 3 bags of 100 mints, it will be $4.50 so you'd save .50."
"Ok, Pop, I guess it's not entirely useless."
Not exactly a glowing recommendation for doing the homework but at least Goby stopped thinking about the calculator. It didn't take us too long, but I wasn't looking forward to when Goby and Monica started doing more advanced maths as teens.
First some good cuddling with Seahorse.
Then tickling little Anemone. They are both so adorable, they take so much after Jericho.
Our little ones are growing so fast, it's going to feel like only another few days before they start school.
I think I'm going to have to have a serious chat with Jericho soon. Not that I anticipate much objection from my love if adding to our brood is part of the conversation but there are a few more things to contemplate. Like if we are going to add more kids, we need space; far more space than this boat. I'll have to bring it up at some point.
"Kind of cute, very sappy and very much a movie for girls. The theatre was just packed with girls about Monica's age and their mothers. I was one of the few guys there except for the staff." He grinned. "I think a couple of the single moms were trying to catch my eye. I ignored them though."
I had a brief moment of thinking about Jer being hit on in the theatre by some of the mothers. I can imagine any guy who takes his daughter to a movie like Very Berry Bears could be quite the catch.
"You know better, Sam. I'm never going to look at anyone else. I mean, would you? Seriously?" He lightly touched my hand.
"Let me think." I paused for a moment and Jericho shifted his feet. "Well, if they were male, and a strider and named Jericho and already mine, then yes. Otherwise, it doesn't seem likely."
He playfully slapped my shoulder. "You are still a wicked man, you do know that Sammy?"
"She had choc peppermint swirl. Then I got a hug for being the best dad ever."
I faked a big sigh. "Damn, compared to you, I'll never be the best dad."
"Now, now, Sam. You are the rock of this family. We all appreciate you." He lightly kissed a cheek. "Though I may be the most appreciative of all. I can't imagine life without you."
"You don't have to ask me twice. Last one in bed has to clean the potty later."
I won the race to bed, just. Jericho is pretty quick even on land but I do have the advantage of doing more physical activity most days because a cop has a lot of running around to do. Then again, Jer might have let me win, he normally has to do it anyway.
Leisure day was a beautiful fine day. Still a bit hot but a perfect day to head for the park. We decided that the entire family needed to get out and enjoy the day.
I was near enough to hear Monica talking to Jericho before we left. "Dad, can I ask you for something?"
"I want us to get face paintings at the festival."
He smiled at her. "If you and your brother want to, sure. I'll give you the money for it."
"I want everyone to do it. It will be fun!"
Jericho looked in my direction. "The babies are too young and I'm not sure your father will be up for this. Go ask him and say I will if he will."
Monica came racing over to me, "Pop, would you please get face painting with us? Dad promises that he will if you do. Pretty please?"
"This is going to cost you," I said in my most serious cop voice. Monica looked worried, the family don't hear my cop voice very often. "I have to at least get a hug after this."
"You're the best, Pop." She gave me a big hug. "Seriously, I have the best parents ever."
"Yes, Dad," our oldest children both replied.
The artist does the paintings individually so I had to make appointments for everyone to get theirs done. By the end of the day, we'll all have it done.
Then again, they were out of school for the day so they didn't mind at all.
While there was space for 4, he only had one opponent. It should be a cinch for him to win, just one skinny female to beat.
All up, no healthy food for anyone today. It will be fine though. The occasional treat won't hurt us.
He was also the officer on call so he had to be ready to take off on official business at any time. Bummer on leisure day but I guess it will happen to me sometimes too.
Hmm, I think he did a much better job at picking a pattern than I did. It's good not to be the only adult around with a painted face.
I guess I just don't like to see anyone hold Jericho's hands but me. I know it's silly, there is no way Jer is going to do anything more than skate with the dude.
Goby was supposed to be a pirate but that looks a little spooky.
"How about you, Jericho? Are you sure you had a good time?"
He must have caught my tone of voice because an eyebrow arched upwards. "I did but you think you can make it better?"
"I do indeed. Let me show you."
"Now, it's gone from a good day to a perfect one. And thanks for having your face painted, Sammy. Monica is definitely very happy." He gently touched my face. "I like the pattern. Of course, I do love your face so I'd like almost any pattern. Except maybe clown, I'm not fond of clowns."
"Between you and Monica, how could I refuse? Your design works very well on you, I hope you know."
It was an excellent day but I'm always glad to get home again. Now time to collapse and rest up for a normal work day tomorrow.