The boys usually have me over to dinner at their place once a fortnight to catch up. They share their own apartment and live for the most part, tidily and without too much fuss.
It’s my grown up floppy haired Chicky man’s turn to cook. Tonight is his favourite, spaghetti and sausages.
My taller than me Beau is setting the table in their flat and he starts telling me his day at work and coyly about someone he likes. His brother cheekily ribs him about this new knowledge and continues on in the kitchen.
Over dinner we begin reminiscing and Beau mentions his fifth birthday party, and we all start laughing.
-˜Do you remember that overgrown crazy man dressed up as a Ninja Turtle dad?’ Beau tests.
-˜Gosh, that was so funny, you were slightly overwhelmed by him jumping in like that -¦ the looks on all the kids faces was priceless. Ha! And my little SuperChicky took off and hid behind my legs.
Classic. Beau, it took you nearly half an hour to warm up and get into all the Ninja games, you were so sweet.’
My Chicky man chips in -˜I remember waking up and seeing you get dressed into your Superman outfit Dad, you’re such a dag. Then I jumped into my suit and watched you blow up all the balloons -¦’ spilling his beer onto the table as he grabs the cheese, wiping it up with his sleeve. I rub his head and smile a wink at him. He hasn’t changed a bit.
Beau’s phone rings and he chats happily and gets off the phone telling us it was Mum. -˜I was telling Mum we were talking about my fifth and she told me to make you tell us Dad, how many cakes did you make to get the final Turtle cake?’
-˜Only four’.Â The boys roll their eyes at each other.
-˜I wanted to make sure you had an amazing cake. My friend upstairs in the apartment where I was living at the time, we got over zealous about making cakes. On the final cake, we did have a mishap and had the oven set to grill sending plumes of smoke into the apartment -“ but you couldn’t tell, it was still a masterpiece. There was a lot of love in that cake kiddo’.
At the end of our chatter, my still blond haired, strong dimpled chin Beau turns to me and says Dad, seriously, thanks for the memory. I’ve got to say, that was just so much fun.