Yesterday I had the pleasure of spending the day with Wesley. This was to be my gift from him for Christmas. His dad dropped him off around 8:30. I had dreams of going to the movie, eating lunch with him and his dad, and maybe a little extra shopping. He had other dreams. First he wanted to go to the museum downtown, a museum over a movie what is up with that? Then I got to thinking about the few last times we went to the museum (this ain't my first rodeo you know). We end up at that "gift store" where everything is drastically marked up. So I asked him "Are you going to just go to the toy store?" He said "Sort of". Don't ya love the honesty of kids? I said "Well if you want to buy a toy I don't mind but I would rather go to another toy store." He was eager to do that. So, off we go to the museum and guess what? The museum is closed on Mondays. Sheesh! You would think they would be open THIS Monday since it is the start of Christmas vacation for school children. Wesley says "Mimi let' s go to the new toy store!" I said "OK!" We make it to the store even though the traffic in Baton Rouge is absolutely terrible. Wesley shops and shops and shops at this small locally owned store. The clerks kept asking us if we needed help, one time the young girl was suggesting items I should buy. I looked up at her (I was squatting on the floor playing with a toy that Wesley was interested in) and said "I understand that we have been here a long time and must be a bother to ya'll." She said "NO, NO!" and walked away. It was beginning to annoy me and was hoping they would leave us alone to make our decision. While Wesley was shopping I was texting his dad making plans for lunch. At last we made our purchases and headed to lunch. Lucas was anxious to see Wesley one more time before he leaves today for Philadelphia to meet the soon to be in laws. After lunch Wesley wanted to go to my house to try out one of his new toys. It is an excavating thing that you chip away at this dried clay to find a dinosaure fossil. It looked kind of cool so he immediately got started and laying everything out on my coffee table. I was busy checking email so I wasn't paying much attention. At one point he stood up and started waving his hand and I said "What?" He said the dust is bothering me. Thinking he meant my unclean house I started to just ignore him then I noticed what he had been working on and he had dust and clay parts all over my coffee table and rug underneath. I asked him what did the directions say and he said "I didn't read them" so I took them and it said you should spread newspaper underneath the project and wear protective eye glasses. OOPS! No harm he was being careful. He finally got tired of the project so I had to clean up but he did run my Swifter all over the house, it may be dirty but it smelled good. A good day with Wesley is always special to me and I am hoping him too. I won't get to see him for quite sometime since I will be gone the next time his dad has him. I sure do miss the times with that kid.

Merry Christmas to my few readers.