OK, so I’ve been away from the Red Clay Report for a couple of weeks. The reason for the absence is that I’ve had the kids for most of that time. I get the kids for three non-consecutive weeks during the summer. This was Week No. 2, so, along with the proceeding weekend, it was a 10-day kidfest.
I love having the kids around, but jeeze, they exhausted me.
We started with a minor league baseball game (Gwinnett Braves) and saw “Toy Story 3” (which was great, even if they writers hit on that whole separation anxiety thing again). On Fathers’ Day, I took them out to go tubing on the Chattahoochee River. They originally said they wanted to go rafting, but I figured we’d see how well they liked tubing. Sunday offered 95-degree weather, but the was was about 55 degrees, so it worked out well. Two hours on the river, telling jokes and singing songs and getting into water fights with fellow tubers. They loved it. So I’ll be searching out a nice little rafting trip somewhere in Georgia or South Carolina or Tennessee for Week No. 3 in mid-July.
And the girl decided she wanted to rock her inner Betty Crocker, I spent a lot of time with her in the kitchen. She made breakfast for the boy and me several times, and decided I needed a pie for Fathers’ Day.
At first, she was going to make a blueberry pie, but switched up on me at the last minute and decided a coconut cream pie was the way to go. The final product tasted just like it was supposed to, but this being our first attempt at a coconut cream pie (I am no baker, so I could offer just the barest of help), it didn’t stand up very well. After taking two slices out of it—the boy refuses to even try pie, regardless of the type, on principle (the principle of being obstinate)—the remaining pie sort of slipped down from around the edges and ended up being a sort of gooey coconut pudding.
It would have been great for a pie fight.
Pie fight . . . pie fight . . . OK, this is how my mind works . . . I started out writing about the kids and end up writing about pie fights. And when one thinks of pie fights, one automatically thinks of the Three Stooges. But for my money, the pie fight in “The Great Race” (with Tony Curtis, Jack Lemon, Natalie Wood and Peter Faulk) is the best.
So, if that’s not the best pie fight ever, tell me what is.