My mom tends to take the boys to “Henry Bear’s Park,” their favorite toy store. She also tends to BUY them toys (Grandparents!), especially -these days- animal figurines. This week Gavin brought home a FRUIT BAT, accompanied by interesting musings about the FRUIT BAT. (“They eat insects AND fruit!”) Today he also made his Fruit Bat a SCHEDULE, which he is modeling here (next to his pooped-out, snow-day dad):
He explained that he and Miles sometimes pretend their animals go to “one of those schools where you don’t have any parents.” Some kind of orphan boarding school, apparently, where Fruit Bats take Karate three days a week, and baths on Monday and Thursday. (But that our baths were so regular.)
I’m reminded of when a real *live* bat flew in the house, once when Gavin was a baby. The bat flew in the open window and couldn’t find its way out, until I stopped filming and realized the sound of Red Sox on TV was blinding its echo-location. So we turned off the volume and it flew right out.
[Click to play Bat in the House, circa 2008!; 48 seconds]:
You’re welcome! (And note to Tommy Deihl, my all time best co-Bat Thumb Fan; I miss having whole conversations comprised solely of lines from this “film!” ;oD)
And watch out world. When I take his picture these days, my son is full of “cool” faces like THIS:
Can you handle it? Can’t say I didn’t warn ya.