This weekend I am relaxing upstairs when I hear TheMonk begin to wake up from his nap. Knowing that Swee’Pea needs a longer nap, I quickly head into the room that TheMonk takes his nap (not in the bedroom that Swee’Pea and TheMonk share – they don’t do naps well when sleeping together) and gather him up before he gets really cranky.
I take him to the master suite and turn on the television and snuggle up with a still-wakening Monk. I start to switch the channels to find something that might interest us both. I stop on college football but TheMonk vetoes this. I get another veto for baseball too. I then exercise my veto power with Spongebob so we continue to look.
We come across a NASCAR time trial on some channel that I didn’t even know existed. I try to ignore it and keep heading up the channel list. TheMonk cries out in a slight protest until we come across dirt truck racing.
Did you hear that? Trucks. Racing. In dirt. My God, it’s a 3-year-old boys fantasy come true.
Needless to say, I lost my veto power at that exact moment. So, there we sat. Watching trucks. Race. In the dirt.
And it’s not like I dislike dirt. I love seeing it on football players. I get excited seeing a baseball player with dirt all over his uniform. I don’t get excited when I find dirt on my SUV.
Finally, after watching trucks skid around corners, jump over hills (TheMonk’s favorite), and lots and lots of dirt, somebody won. I’d like to tell you who won but I haven’t a clue. I’m sure the winner said a lot of “Yee Haws!” and “Atta Boys!!”
TheMonk just may be the real winner, though. Because it just so happens that the race we watched televised was held less than two miles from where we live. That’s right. There is a world class dirt truck racing track in my own back yard.
Do you think TheMonk would settle for me revving the engine on my SUV real loud and then driving down a street that hasn’t seen a street sweeper in a few weeks?
I didn’t think so.
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