Mommy’s job of turning lead into gold (the six legged turkey project has been tabled for now) sometimes requires her to commute to her laboratory in Dallas. The result is that Daddy and Weston get a dudes’ weekend. Sounds glorious, doesn’t it? Well, it is. And not just in the way it sounds but in actual reality.
What gloriousness might a dudes’ weekend include, you ask?
Well, first one learns to appreciate how overrated “personal appearance” is. Why should we let society dictate which shirts go with which pants? Who says you can’t wear pajamas until 4pm? Who made up the rule that you can’t wear a shirt two or three days in a row? Because you totally can. The stains make the shirt even better. Also, washing and bathing habits can be a bit much sometimes. And if you want a lion face, drawn with wax pencil...done and done.
A dudes’ weekend also includes culinary adventures—foods that a certain someone doesn’t usually let us eat. I’m talking about hot dogs AND beans. It’s a necessary meal when Mommy isn’t around. I know what you’re thinking: "You can’t feed a toddler baked beans!" You totally can. In fact, you don’t even need to "feed" beans to Weston; you just put the beans in front of him and he does all the work. He pretty much eats beans better than he does anything else. And the best part of having beans for dinner is the leftovers you can eat for breakfast! And when one little dude is persistent in asking big dude for some of his coffee, what's a big dude to do? Cream and sugar, dude? No? Black it is. Enjoy!
Of course, we love to have Mommy around. A major part of a dudes' weekend is devoted to discussing how awesome Mommy is and when she'll be home.
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