Leap Day

Keith says everyone should get today off.  It's an extra day after all.  I agree.  It should be a bonus--do whatever you feel like day.   The kids have always said it would be great to be born on leap day.  I don't think so.

At this time in my life I'm not exactly thrilled with bonus days.  I'd like all the days to be over.  Most of them are miserable anyway. 

My bonus day would be with Ian.  We'd get apple fritters for breakfast;  Big Macs for lunch with extra fries and lots of root beer.  We spend part of the day at the movie theater.  We definitely go to the comic book store and I'd let him drive.  It hurts to wonder if he would've outgrown comic books by now, but I know he would still want to go to the movies.  We'd go to the Harley Davidson store and pick out our dream hog.  Maybe we'd catch a flight to Florida to watch the Sox spring training and then have snacks at 3 or 4 different restaurants for dinner.  He'd buy souvenirs that make me shake my head, along with witty T-shirts and something with his name on it.  We'd stay in a hotel with a pool and I'd even let him go back and forth between the hot tub and the pool--because in my fantasy day, we wouldn't have to worry about what that might do to his heart.

You know, at this point, one bonus day with my son every 4 years sounds pretty damn good.