If anyone has met my wife, you all know she is a saint. She has only had her first son, but has been baby sitting her other two kids since we've been dating. Tony is as rambunctious as can be. And I'm, well, a big kid with a license and a credit card (bad combo).
After Teagan's blessing last Sunday, which was great and thank you all for coming, we had many soda bottles left over. As we have not purchased more than occasional soda with our meals that we eat at a restaurant, we never have soda bottles lying around the house. This is usually a good thing because I love soda, when it is around the house I don't drink much else.
Now to the real point of this story, the Soda Bottle Rocket. When I get a wild hair-brained scheme to do something, nothing stops me. And Home Depot had not seen me in over three weeks, so it was time to visit the daddy toy store. After picking up some essential bottle rocket parts, and dropping too much money on a toy that may only be used once, it was off to the construction site (the garage). Tony lost interest in our project in about three minutes (a good attention span for a four year old), but we had it done about thirty minutes later. Drying time takes about 24 hours for the pipe cement to cure and I could not wait, and the anticipation was killing me. I had to leave work early because I was sick (I promise I was) and rush home to make sure the rocket worked. The fact that it was forty degrees and the fact that I was still sick did not keep us from the task at hand. AND IT DELIVERED! A couple of roof shots, near misses with cars, and almost hitting a neighbor, I was satisfied with my work.
What a blast it is to be a dad.
Marco
