When I picked up Cam Friday morning, he was astonished to see that I had the radio on in the truck. Normally I never listen to it — that’s what CDs are for — but I’d been fiddling with it on the way over and discovered that Tulsa has a new jazz station. (Yea!) He wanted to know what kind of music it was and couldn’t decide whether he liked it because it made him sleepy.
That evening we went to McDonald’s for a hamburger and a little play time before meeting his mom. We got our food and went into the play area. By the time I’d set the tray on a table, he’d taken his shoes off and was running. I sat alone, ate alone, stared at the ceiling alone, and I realized several things.
- Never go out without a notebook, book or Kindle.
- The benches in McD’s play land are not made for my butt, certainly not for any length of time.
- Seven kids playing in an enclosed environment can easily rival the noise of the crowd at any football stadium I’ve ever been in.
- Butt ache, back ache and headache fair trade for watching the kids have so much fun.
I’d thought Cam was oblivious to everything but the kids and the toys, but he zipped over, skidded to a stop, pointed to the ceiling and said, “Grandma! Jazz!” Then he was off again.
- Yep, this McD’s pipes in smooth jazz. It keeps the parents sane.