Today was one of those iconic summer days — going to the Stony Point sprinklers with some good friends and their kiddos. Well, except for one thing — Sam had no interest in the sprinklers. Zilch, nada, nothing. He didn’t even get wet. Oh well, what are you going to do? I just tried to remind myself that we were supposed to be going to the sprinklers for him to play, not for me to gab to my friends. You see, the gabbing is supposed to be the side benefit, not the main feature — or at least I tell myself that.
Alas, I was a little disappointed but not too surprised since he had no interest in the sprinklers last summer or the summer before. And the summer before that one he was in his fourth trimester, so we barely left the house. However, I did see virtually all the footage of Hurricane Katrina and the confirmation hearings for John Roberts to the Supreme Court. Oh, and how could I forget, we also watched Lance’s last Tour de France before he decided to kickstand his bike and come back to America and hit on every celebrity blonde he could find. Anyway, I digress.
OK, so he wasn’t into the sprinklers at all, but he sure was into browsing around Build-a-Bear, Hollister, and Sur la Table. It was actually pretty hilarious.