Yesterday Anne's and my son Kevin came to our home to make repairs and he brought with him his two little helpers, Brody and Gannon. For the next six hours I had the joy of playing with these little boys while feeding them lemonade, chocolate milk (Gannon) and Hershey Bars.
We played ball in the backyard, they swung on the swings, slid down on the slides, did somersaults, and we watched a part of one of their favorite movies, "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" (1986).
During the movie, they began quoting some of the lines of the script just ahead of or simultaneously with the actors, which startled me and made me laugh.
While we were playing in the yard, Gannon did what he so often does, giving nicknames. "He calls me Neensy Pie," said Brody, as with a chuckle Gannon periodically called out nicknames such as "Excuse me Buster."
Anne was with Kevin much of the time and I too had the pleasure of his company.
Perhaps the most memorable moment came when Gannon disappeared, which upset all of us as we began to look for him. Suddenly he burst out of the bathroom where he had been hiding and screeched loudly, startling us all as he laughed uproariously.
Kevin then gave him a stern warning against doing such a thing.
Five minutes or so later, with a big laugh Gannon did it again as he startled Brody. Wanting to keep this playful child from getting into trouble I allowed this to turn into a game of hide 'n' seek between the little boys as I kept a playful eye on both of them.
Now a day later, the laughter of these little children still echoes in my mind, and in the stillness of the swing set I can hear their tiny high pitched voices as the joy from yesterday touches my heart.
Dick
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