Though I dont normally post Part Deux, I feel this blog deserved to bear the same title. So on to the blog....
After a particularly rough day at work and gym, I did a little grocery shopping. I came home and while innocently unpacking my grocery, I was startled to find that I was not alone. Actually I was scared pissless....yes thats the depiction i would like to use, scared pissless...(and for those of you who know me...scared pissless is something that rarely ever happens). I looked up to find a pre-pubescent man child standing in front of me, watching me unpack my store bought delights.
remarkably my only response was "....uuuh, hey little guy, you lost?", YEA good response right?
the response back I got was "Mr. Price (my father) wanted me to tell you that he is in the basement, and Hi!"
Lets all keep in mind, A) I still have no idea who this person is B) why would I care where my dad is at??? Before I could get any questions out to this lil/big person, he scurried back down to one said basement.
After unpacking all my wears, my curiosity go the best of me, so I decided to investigate.
Once entering our Den, I found my father, mother and one said man child all parked on the couches....HOW COZY.
Then it all came to me who this child was and hence why my parents were home. Then I got the warm and fuzzies (ill explain the warm and fuzzies).
I joined my family and decided to watch the movie it seemed that they were all hunkering down to watch (just as a side note, Clash of the Titans is an ok movie, but the original is much better).
So to explain the warm and fuzzies, the man/child (i call him this because his 13, no quite a child and not yet a man) we will call him charlie*, is a student of a local school here that is a military school, some children are sent there due to behavioral issues or some would call it a boarding school. whatever the case maybe, my father just happens to be one of the sponsers there. He brought Charlie* home because my parents are sponsor parents and they feel they can be positive influences on his life, which is amazing. My parents never fail to amaze me!
I think there arent enough people out there trying to make a difference in kids lives and thank God my parents are one of them. I'd like to think of Charlie* as my newly adoptive brother.
At one point of the night, I was razzing my dad, which happens on a regular basis, I mentioned to Charlie* that I am the favorite so I can get away with that. Charlie* looks at me, then at my dad and mom and says "well now I am the favorite"..........Sadly I had to beat him, and shake him down, reminding him to know his place and that NOONE is the favorite but me!
LOL just kidding....not really
*names have been changed due to personal information