It’s hard to believe that it has already been ten weeks since I wrote a post about leaving San Diego to come up to Healdsburg for the summer. We’ve had a fantastic time here – getting reacquainted with old friends, making new friends, doing a lot of strong Bruliam work, and eating and drinking way too much. As we prepare to say goodbye to summer there has been one looming cloud on the horizon. A whip cream cloud.
I made a deal with our 6-year old a number of weeks back: work hard on math, reading, and soccer practice and you can have any wish fulfilled at the end of the summer.
It didn’t take him more than a nanosecond to decide on his prize – a chance to “pie” Dad. That's right, he wanted to throw a whip cream pie in my face. And I agreed.
He worked hard all summer and yesterday was payday for our son. We have a video of the event, but we won’t post a link here since our son is in it. If you want to see it, reply to this e-mail blast or send me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll send you a link.
In the interim, you can check out the resulting carnage below. And, yes, I wore the shirt thinking this would end up on the blog.