I’m still sorting pictures for the photo contest. The process got slowed down a little bit because Sarah and Oot got home on the 2nd, and I’ve been trying to hang out with them as much as possible before I leave for ComicCon in a week.
Sarah had a lot of stories about their vacation. They saw a bear, they went bowling for the first time, they went to some hot springs….
Oot had a different perspective on the the ten days he spent in Colorado.
He said he saw a machine with a green button and a yellow button. Then he sang me the song he’d learned while he was away (“On Top of Spaghetti”). Lastly, he asked if I’d like to see his “penis trick.”
I said I would like to see it, and was kinda relieved to discover it was just him dancing and jumping around naked.
Note to future Oot: Odds are, by the time you’re in highschool, the internet will have morphed into something new and terrifying, which means people will use it all the time and nobody will read text blogs anymore.
If you read this anyway, and you are embarrassed and angry at me for sharing this little story, just remember. I could have put up a video, but I didn’t. This is because I love you.
Then we had cake.
Why is there a tree on the cake? Because we told Oot it was a black forest cake. He said, “with trees?”
So yeah. That makes sense. It really should have trees, shouldn’t it?
The night after they got home, a bat somehow found its way into our house. Specifically, it found its way into Sarah and Oot’s room. Sarah discovered it around 3:30 AM, then came to get me.
Why? Well, I am the man of the house. I am powerful. Puissant even. I am an international bestselling author, after all. A warrior. A magician. A hero…
Anyway, the point is that bats at 3:30 are part of my job description, so she came to get me so I could deal with it.
This led to an exciting hour’s worth of adventure. Which in turn led to me sharing the following story on Facebook.
I just managed to catch a bat that had somehow gotten into my house.
I would like to reassure you all that I was extremely brave and manly through the whole process. At no point did I dive to the ground, flinch and hide my face, or emit anything resembling a high-pitched squeak.
It will help if you picture me as equal parts Crocodile Hunter (except I was up against an animal that’s pretty much the same as a mouse) James Bond (except I have a beard) and Clint Eastwood (except I was using a powder-blue bed sheet instead of a gun.)
Suffice to say I have defended my home, my woman, and my child. And I did it with considerable composure and panache.
The main reason I mention this is because a couple hours ago, someone sent me a picture they drew, memorializing the event, and I wanted to share it with y’all….
That was exactly what it was like. Exactly.