Give it back!

For the past few years, Pat has sent me e-mails at work to tell me what's going on at home. We ran many of those e-mails in the News & Record on Father's Day 2007. I'm going to post some of those here and add others that no one has seen. They're just too funny to keep to myself.

This was one of my favorites. It was dated June 3, 2008.

As I am sure you know, we have bulky item pickup this week. We have our usual pile of assorted crap, or so I think until it is gone through by the ladies of the house. Conner, on the other hand, did not seem to care about any of the items until today.

The garbage men had arrived and were taking the stuff and throwing it into the truck. Conner was watching at the window. He had his lunch and his drink. He was settled in for some serious man time. It all changed when they took the beanbag chair and tossed into the truck. He jumped from his couch and tore out the door. He is only wearing shorts. He ran to the back of the truck and yelled at the guys. They could not hear him at first so he bent down and he yelled, "THAT'S MINE, I WANT IT BACK."

The garbage man looked confused and asked another man what to do. The other man looked him in the face and told him "If the boy wants his chair back, get in there and get it.” He got in and threw it out, and they gave it to Conner and he dragged it back into the house.

Just for the record, he did say thank you. You are also three Diet Cokes short from this morning. He tried to give them a couple of beers. He walked in the house and explained to me that it was his and not to throw it away. He is sitting on it in the living room with his lunch.