This post has nothing to with quilting or art…just funny stories/moments that I want to remember. Patrick’s dad, Andy, has a great memory (mine is perfectly awful, like Swiss cheese) and replayed these for me last night. They are short and very sweet. They are all from when Peanut was about 4 or 5.
At the Chick-fil-A drive through…”What kind of sauce do you want with your nuggets?” Response: “Pledge-of-Allegiance sauce” (translation-Polynesian)
Over breakfast…”Here’s your Pop-tart.” Response: (Wailing loudly) “But I don’t want a pop tart.” “Why not?” “Because I want a toaaa-ssstttuuurrr struuuuudel.” (Pronounced by a child who has no idea what strudel is, only that the commercial he saw tells him that he wants it)
Before I relate the last event, it is important to know that my son is incredibly spontaneous, exuberant and fearless.
Andy, Pat and Grandma Nita were at the Hiawasee Fair in 2002. It’s a huge event and the turnout that year was no exception. People were still reeling from September 11th. Andy was carrying Pat around on his shoulders. The music on stage stopped for a moment and the crowd froze. Total silence for a minute or two. Patrick suddenly threw his hands in the air and yelled at the top of his lungs, “GOD BLESS AMERICA”. The crowd roared and went wild with celebration.To this day, Andy says he has no idea what prompted Patrick’s outburst. It was just too beautiful a moment to be questioned.
I’m very blessed to have an amazing family, especially my shining star, Patrick.