Jake is definitely still a kid. We got home from date tonight to find Jake in a t-shirt and just underpants watching the Teen Choice Awards with the Babysitter and his sister. The Babysitter has one of those remarkable personalities that can make a kid feel that she is one of them. Jake is of course clueless that the Babysitter is a youthful twenty-four year old.
“Hey Captain Underpants, how about some PJs???” is my knee jerk response upon seeing Jake as I hit the last basement step to our rec room. Jake’s face turns purple. In one fell swoop I’ve done a typical Dad blurt. I’ve embarrassed my son and called out his youthful innocence. Nice job Pops.
Later as we read in his bed Jake and I discuss the incident. I apologize. He easily forgives. Then we have a laugh at the thought of his babysitter seeing Jake in four years (16 yrs) at Bumbershoot (big Seattle summer music event) as he tries to coolly tries hang with “his teenage crew.” Jake giggles as he paints the picture of the Babysitter recognizing him and yelling out “Hey Captain Underpants!” across the Seattle Center lawn. We both crack up. Classic. Jake can bounce back quickly.