Boys and Their Toys

I bought CWG a pressure washer for our anniversary back in June. Yes, that's what he wanted. You know men and their toys. But the thing has come in handy--for all those vegetable oil spots in my drive from the Frybaby. You should have seen him out there cutting through the grime on the concrete with it, and then it became a game. He began writing "I heart B.C" into the concrete. B.C. is a nickname he gave me when we were newlyweds. It stands for Babycakes. I made him shorten it to B.C. in public.

After a while, the tedium set in, and the driveway sits half done. On to the cars! He washed all three vehicles--paying special attention to the Baby's tires. Oh he was in guy heaven. Then he knocked some of the dirt off the vinyl on the side of the house for good measure. Just one side, mind you. On to the patio! "Honey, look how it makes the brick look new again!" he exclaims. "Good," I reply,"Keep going." But you guessed it...half-done.

I nearly backed over the wonderful device the other day. Yep, it was left hooked to the water hose and parked behind my car. And I find myself thinking that I have more than one little boy to pick up after. But hey, at least he enjoyed his anniversary present for once!