The Playground Diaries

Since Jay has been laid off, he has Wes on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. He’s learned that you got to get out of the house to break up the day when you have a toddler.

So, every week, he’s been taking him to a particular playground. He’s learning there are regulars that come there. Some he likes and some he doesn’t like. Some that are stay-at-home moms, and some that are Nannies. He’s also learning there is gossip at the playground. When you’re with a kid all day, you can’t help crave adult conversation, as well as any juicy to talk about… one topic of conversation: distracted playground mom who has an angry child.

This particular day, he bumped into someone he knew, “S” I’ll call her. They “talked” while the kids played.

As Jay had Wes strapped into the car, he hears. “Jay!” He turns around, apparently S.’s son had thrown up all over himself and she wanted to find out if Jay could give her a ride home. So, Jay was able to pack her, the son, the tricycle, and dog. He was starting to talk to her about a certain mom and then told her he’d tell her in the car. As she got in the car, she asked for the scoop! J He talked while driving them home, which was a couple of blocks away.

After they drop the mom, son, and dog off at their house, Wes says, “Daddy, let’s sing the Choo-Choo Train Song.”

Jay is puzzled, he doesn’t know that song.

Wes starts breaking out in Song. “Taking the little boy home coz he threw up on his shirt, taking he and his mommy home so he can feel better and his dog named Hank”. We still don’t know where the “choo-choo train” part comes into play.

If you’ve ever heard Jay, he likes to bust out made up songs too. Like father, like son. Now I get to hear it from both sides. Oh wait, I can’t forget Rudy. He likes to burst out in song too every day at 10am when the music alarm goes off (and no, I can’t seem to figure out how to turn the dang thing off ). I’ve got a house full of singing boys. Sometimes I hear it and then it feels like one of those commercials where the singing gets stuck in your head, then you realize you’re doing it too! Arrggh! I don’t want to sing too!