This weekend was especially fun. Friday night, my oldest boy had a swimming party with his school. That left me and our new son trying to kill time. With him speaking very little English after only a month in America, time can sometimes pass slowly.

I never wanted kids. I was selfish and didn’t want some little creature changing the way I lived my life.

Obviously, that has changed. I’m not sure I’m less selfish or any better as a person. But I do get a lot of joy from my time with my family and especially those moments when I get the boys to myself. You just never know what is going to be done or said.

This weekend was especially fun. Friday night, my oldest boy had a swimming party with his school. That left me and our new son trying to kill time. With him speaking very little English after only a month in America, time can sometimes pass slowly.

So Friday night, we went out on the town. He loves riding in the cart at the grocery store, so we went up and down every aisle. We didn’t spend a lot of money but he learned a lot. We worked on names of fruit and vegetables and colors, and we counted everything. He should have been the first 4-year-old to earn a master’s degree in grocery studies.

But the most fun for me came on the ride to and from the store. For some reason, he began knocking on the window. So I rolled the window down. He was shocked. Then I rolled it back up. He knocked again, and down it came. He was pretty sure he was in control of the window. It was all I could do to get him to stop knocking on the window.

He loves being in control, and I wasn’t about to give up my little private joke. I’m sure someone will let him in on my little secret one day. If not, I will –– before he gets his driver’s license.

Then I got some solo time with my 7-year-old Sunday afternoon. Blake was in rare form. He had been enjoying a “Billy the Exterminator” marathon this weekend while he escaped the heat. He hates bugs, so I guess he likes the idea of killing a lot of them.

He is just about ready to give up on being an architect who designs and runs a hotel for people and their dogs. Now he wants to be an exterminator.
He explained his plans to head to Louisiana to work when he was 16. He figured it would take most of a day to drive to Louisiana. So he would drive there and exit at a truck stop for a snack and then drive on to meet Billy and the rest of the team.

He would get his work done and stay in a hotel until the job was done, usually about 2-3 days, according to the notes on the show. Then, he could head home for soccer or baseball practice. I told him gas and hotels are pretty expensive. I asked how much he would need to make to make the job pay off.

“At least six or seven hundred dollars a week,” he said, trying to run some numbers in his head. “There’s a lot of moolah in jobs like that.”

I told him that he would do good to break even at that rate, and he wouldn’t have much spending money left after the work week was over.

“That’s OK, Dad,” he said with confidence. “I’ll still be living with you and Mom, so I’ll have all the money I need.”

“I thought there was a lot of moolah for jobs like that,” I said. “You should be taking care of me.”

“Dad, we have a whole team to take care of,” he said, rather disappointed in my failure to be supportive.

I think I liked the idea of him designing and running a hotel for people and pets better. At least in that scenario, I was going to have a room anytime I needed one.