Gannon’s wish was to visit the National Guard Armory in our town. He and Acadia and I biked there after lunch.
My first baby This young man was able to wear some of the soldiers’ body armor. Gannon asked what it was made of. The man started to explain in general terms. Then Gannon asked, “Is it kevlar?” (It was, in part.) The man looked surprised that he knew that word. The look appeared on his face a few more times during the visit.
Gannon got to sit in the cab of the trucks while the man (I wish I could remember his name) told us all about what things did what. I would tell you here, but of course I don’t remember things like that. Pretty much everything had initials. I do remember that this particular truck carried a water purification system that was worth $300,000 and was capable of supplying the entire city of Boston with clean water. Thirteen gallons per day per person. See, I do remember some things.
Then we went to the playground, where the kids did all sorts of things and told me to watch.
“Are you really watching, Mom?”
This is why Acadia likes long hair.
“You’re supposed to sit right on the swing!”
“Okay, see, it’s easy. You reach waaay up and grab on really tight.”
“Then you jump and PULL yourself up onto the seat.”
“And then you’re on the swing. See? Now you try it.”
“WWHHHEEEEE!!” “Cadia! Not like that!”
Oh well. It’s all good.
I asked them to sit on the table so I could get a picture of them together. Of course Acadia immediately throws her arms around her beloved brother. Gannon pretends not to notice.
At first, anyway.
This is the best one I got of these two goofballs. It only deteriorated from here.
“Gannon! That tickles!”
“What? What tickles?”
“Oh, you mean this? This tickles? You mean when I do this?”
Gannon got done with the camera. Acadia, however, could go on for hours.
But I thought we should probably call it quits. When you start getting the roof-of-the-mouth shots, you’re pretty much out of good material.
