"Dad, in dat mobie Worm Boy dat boy wit de pokadotz has a motorcycle bike. By him have a motorcycle bike, Dad?"
Not sure what scares me more; The fact Rakes is that fascinated with the movie "How to Eat Fried Worms", or that I understood EXACTLY what he was trying to say.
Translation: "Dad, in the movie How to Eat Fried Worms, why does that boy with freckles have a motorcycle?" Since I haven't actually seen the movie all the way through, best I could offer Rakes was I didn't know. The fact this question came during dinner, completely out of the blue, makes me realize I have no clue about how his devious little mind operates. For all I know he's plotting on how to take over the world in a few years. I've got to be like a boxer at all times; constantly on my toes.
As the off season drones on, we're still at the starting gate with Johan Santana, and the involved parties keep saying all the right things about Tito's lame duck status, as his contract expires after the '08 season. In addition so far there have been no trade requests made from Camp Manny, which is a minor shock. By this point, it's usually about as common as the sun coming up in the morning.
All in all it's been a pretty quiet winter, especially considering the Sox won their 2nd World Series in 4 years after going 86 seasons the last time. It's sort of nice not having to deal with all the drama, don't you think?
Meanwhile I spent the evening watching a game from April of last year with the Sox playing the Yankees on NESN, not being able to remember a single thing about it except the Sox wore green jersey's in honor of the passing of Red Auerbach. After a few hours of sweaty palms and the recurrence of my bleeding ulcer, I'm sure you'll all be glad to hear the Sox came back against Mariano Rivera and won.
I really think I need an intervention at this point.
Finally, for the second time in less than a week, Rakes fell asleep on my chest while I read him his stories for bedtime.
Have I mentioned how great it is to be a Dad?
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