I am home sick today so I’m spending the morning putting together some great posts to share with you. I’m doing this under the influence of cold medicine, so I can’t wait to see what I come up with. My prediction? It’ll be some of my best work yet.
Mom and Dad came to stay with me for a weekend in Houston. They brought along my nephew Ethan, who happens to be one of the coolest kids I know (and also my leading suspect on where this runny nose came from). The last time I saw him, he was educating me about Jupiter’s gravity and black holes and physics. Since he’s only six, I refuse to believe that we’ve hit the point where he’s officially smarter than me. But to be safe, I started reading A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking just so I could keep up.
This weekend I took him to NASA and told him to “get to work designing a rocket or something!” He reminded me that he’s just a kid, so he gets a break on that one. We did have a discussion about his future though; it went like this:
Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Nephew: Iron Man
Me: Well, maybe you should try to be a scientist, like Tony Stark.
Nephew: I’m going to run Stark Industries.
Me: You better think of another company name, that one’s already taken.
Nephew: No it’s not, not in real life.
Then he looked me straight in the eye and in all seriousness said, “how could it be, Iron Man is only 6.”
He followed that up with a slightly maniacal sounding laugh, or maybe that was just my imagination….
We barely had time to get home to rest for a minute before we had to leave for the baseball game. The Dodgers were in town and the Astros were celebrating Craig Biggio’s Hall of Fame induction with a pregame ceremony. Of course, we missed the no-hitter by one night, but no-hitters don’t make for very exciting games, in my opinion. We saw a very exciting game, and we had really good seats – right at the top where we could see the whole ballpark. Those are the good seats, right?
For my mom and nephew, it was the first time to watch a game live. Dad hasn’t been to a game since going to Wrigley as a kid to watch the Cubs. We ate hot dogs and cotton candy and watched the ‘Stros bring home the win!
No vacation is complete without ice cream for supper (“supper” is Midwestern for “dinner”). If my sister is reading this, I promise he ate lots of vegetables right before this photo was taken. Many, many vegetables.
And we stopped on the way out of town for a tour of my office. I asked Ethan to write me a note on my board. I smiled all day yesterday when I looked at it.
It was such a great weekend, but I think by the end of it we were all pretty worn out. I know one of us was at least.
What would you do if you had one weekend in Houston?