Two recent events stand out and put my mind at ease, Brett will live a good life like his namesake. Yesterday walking through the park, Brett put in the equivalent of a couple miles, considering his tiny legs, pushing his big colorful toy car/stroller, and wouldn’t relent even though it was apparent he was tired; we tried to ease his burden by placing him in it as a passenger. He would have none of that as his self-appointed job for the day was to push the massive car forward, objects in its path be damned! We finally had to override his sense of duty as the exhaustion was taking over. He started to lean forward, dropped his forehead down to the concrete and almost completed a picturesque forward roll. He didn’t cry or complain; he had given his all and was spent. An afternoon well lived.
Today after a brunch at Luxbar near our favorite corner of Rush and Oak in the Gold Coast, we perused the Barnes & Noble on State St. Upon reaching the second floor I noticed a large man that was Derrick Lee, the all star first baseman for our beloved Cubs. Although I’m a fan, I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by saying anything to him, figuring how many times does one person need to hear, “I hope it’s our year!”. Brett was not as cool. I was looking through the biographies section and let Brett wander nearby in the games section. I looked over and at first I thought he was staring at the vibrant colors and characters displayed on the various game boxes. On further inspection, he was unabashedly staring at Mr. Lee’s daughter. Brett seemed transfixed by her beauty and not deterred in the least by their age difference (5 years?). She moved to the end of the small aisle and Brett followed and stopped near by, continuing to gaze with his mouth agape and drooling (he’s a drooler, it wasn’t a creepy thing). She walked around to the other side looking at the games and Brett followed. She finally noticed the little boy following her and smiled, Brett came out of his trance and smirked back, his face aglow. Derrick had walked up and I was feeling a little uncomfortable with Brett’s naked adoration. I picked Brett up, commenting, “Sorry, I think my son has a crush.” He chuckled
I was impressed with Brett’s persistence and don’t fault him in the least for his social miscues as I haven’t explained to him how to properly express his feelings toward the opposite sex. He’s got a great eye for the ladies and wears his heart on his sleeve. You gotta respect that.
