by Richard
I thought dragon weather was something I shared only with my youngest little dude, Hyper Lad. Turns out I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Since this is fall, my favorite season, we’re starting to experience all the joys of the changing season. Which means we’re getting the cold weather and cold weather means you can see your breath.
For a while now, Hyper Lad and I have called this time of year the time for Dragon Weather. We go out on the front porch, or anywhere outside, really, and pretend to be dragons, with smoky breath. It’s fun and silly and a nice connection between father and son.
Turns out that Zippy the Monkey Boy has been listening as well. The other night, Zippy went to let Buzz, the garbage disposal that walks like a dog, out for a run/bathroom break and he (Zippy the Monkey Boy) called me out to the front porch.
“You can see your breath!” He was excited and showing off. “I’m a dragon!”
Now, remember, Zippy the Monkey Boy is 17 and, in his own mind, a man already. Normally, he’s too cool for this sort of thing so I was loving this short foray into silliness by the somber Monkey Boy. We stayed out on the porch, watched Buzz irrigate the lawn and growled at each other and the puzzled Buzz and blew dragon smoke all over the place.
And we laughed.
There’s no real lesson here, nothing to learn. I just wanted to note that sometimes, when you least expect it, the little dude inside the proto-man will poke his head out and shout hello. It’s best to take advantage of those times because they don’t happen all that often as the kids get older.
Pretty soon, I’ll be the only dragon left standing on the front porch. But I’ll have memories of more standing with me. And now I can add Zippy the Dragon Boy to that list of memories.
