Mother/ Son/Night

Tonight was the Annual Mother/ Son night at our school. We went bowling. Andrew has been pumped about this all week. Every day he has been asking me how many more days. I love this age , it takes so little to please him.

We had a couple of stops before the big event. Poor kid it must have felt like an eternity. As you can see from the look on his face when we finally got there he was delighted. I love his ability to be as goofy as possible. Of course the best part about bowling isn't really the bowling but the games. Since we have sworn off electronics at home, he really looses all control when he gets to play video games. Seriously this kid was practically foaming at the mouth.



He could care less if he was about six inches to short to play this game. Just scoot all the way down in the seat so you can reach the petals. You can't see where you're going like this , but when you're going a buck fifty that may be a good thing.

There was a moment tonight when I flashed ahead to his college years. They dimmed the lights on the bowling lanes and blasted the music. My son turns around and yells at the top of his lungs, THIS PARTY ROCKS! The next image I got in my mind was Andrew smashing a beer can on his forehead. Immediate note to self: local college, no dorm , absolutely no fraternity.

We came home with left over cupcakes and spiderman rings. As I was washing my face, The Little Man came to the door and told me he loved me. What else can I ask for on mother / son night...