Anyway...we took him to the dog show and he did have a good time. He was especially fascinated with the dogs being groomed and how they were going to get off the tables. Must be because his mom is a hairstylist. Only she doesn't put people on tables.
And then he wanted to go 'see cows?'. But there were no cows so we went to the park instead.
And then...lunch...and a nap.
And after he was in bed, and after he was asleep, and right before I collapsed on the couch, I was thinking about that song by Kenny Chesney. "The Good Stuff":
"the first long kiss on a second date
Your momma's all worried when you get home late
And droppin' the ring in the spaghetti plate,
'cause your hands are shakin' so much."
"And it's a new t-shirt saying, "I'm a grandpa!"
Being right there as our time got small,
And holding her hand when the good Lord called her up.
Yeah, man, that's the good stuff".
Lute is our 'good stuff'.