Daddy my help?

This blog began to assist me in remembering all the good memories that I make with family and friends. Yet as the years keep coming, I simply want to write down for my son (and grand kids, if I ever have any) so he has more pieces to the puzzles of his younger days. The problem is that I am a terrible slow writer and being a stay-at-home dad is much busier than it looks. I would love to sit down for a 15 minute task and not be distracted but that is a luxury that comes only when the grandparents drop by. I'm not complaining in any way. Even though any task takes longer, it's far more enjoyable with him by my side. I'm not making this up.

This past week my sister moved to Seattle to study and she needed help moving her items across the state. The Chief had been giving us a few electrical problems and since it's the only vehicle we have that can tow my new trailer, we had to go over everything before driving a 36 year old car on a 10 hour round trip. I kept explaining to Ben the Chief was sick and we had to get it better soon so that made him want to help.

"Daddy, my help?" He asked.
"Not right now Ben, I need to work on the Chief." I replied while handing him a socket to play with.
"Daddy, my help the Chief. Please!!!"

It was then that I saw a flash image of a younger me sitting on the curve while my dad worked on the Chevy. Interesting how history repeats itself.

"Sure." I said. "Let me remove the battery and make some room for you to work."

I didn't finish replacing the solenoid since Ben was directly in my way but he had fun for a several minutes with a socket. I wish I could write more but since I began writing this post he has drop by five times to see if I can play with him. The thought that he won't be this young for too long often crosses my mind and I don't want to miss out.