So I made it up to the country before my obligatory weekend double at the Hell’s Pass Hospital.
It was, as it always is, utterly lovely.
I love the drive. I love the visiting and the giggling. But I really, really love those boys.
There are two of them, now ages 6 and 8. They are far and beyond spectacular company.
It’s because of the boys that I experienced my first ever Xbox 360 adventure. For the record, if New York City were dependent on my web-slinging and crime-fighting skills, it probably would have been beaten and killed off the planet a long, long time ago.
“Wow. You fell off the building so much that you killed Spiderman,” the 6 year old told me. “I didn’t even know you could do that!”
Yes, I know I rock. Thanks.
The 8 year old, too smart for his own good and bored in school, received this for Christmas:
Lyrical Fool 