We are officially at that stage.
My jokes don’t usually end in a bodily function punchline.
I can’t chatter endlessly about Mario levels.
My debate on how long a 1500 piece LEGO set could be put together would be weak and unsupported.
When Ryan is with his friends they are usually doing something fun like playing laser tag, swimming at a friend’s house or playing.
How can I compete with that?
My interactions with Ryan at home aren’t nearly as exciting…
You need a haircut.
Have you read today?
Please, for the 42nd time, clean up the playroom.
Outside of the house, I am not much more fun. He doesn’t consider a trip to Target for groceries as suitable entertainment.
There is still one place where I am cool and I plan on exploiting it this summer and for summers to come.
If he had the choice of having a friend over or going to a baseball game with me, I would win 100% of the time.
On the drive over to Arlington, he is uncharacteristically chatty.
We sit together snacking the entire game.
During the first game or two, he asked me a lot of questions. Now he is the source of information on player stats and what happened in previous games.
It is heartwarming to see him so passionate about something.
There isn’t anything more fun than to watch his face when the Rangers hit a homerun.
I may not be cool in the real world, but for a few more years Ryan will need a ride to the ballpark.