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Sendai vs. Tokushima

Osamu said he had to go pee, and I make it a habit to believe him most of the time. Another habit I have is taking him to go pee, much of the time. 

When we came out of the restroom I decided it was time for a beer, so with Osamu holding my hand we waltzed over to the food concession and I was checking out the selection, and the prices. Seven hundred yen for a draft beer. I had a feeling. It was only 500 for a whiskey cocktail (whiskey with water on the rocks) but I wasn't about to be that much of a derelict this early with my four-year-old son in tow. The tickets were free, the seats aren't bad, might as well spend seven bucks on a beer.

The problem was that the dude next to us with his little boy about the same age as Mumu-chan loudly and with braggadocio you don't often see in these parts ordered a Blue Hawaii snow cone for his kid. I heard this and panicked. Last weekend at Michinoku Park I got a Blue Hawaii snow cone for Osamu and he loved it. 

I looked down at my little guy and he was staring at the dad and his son and without even blinking shot his gaze up at me and announced, "Papa I want a Blue Hawaii." I paid for my beer and told Osamu we'll talk to mama and Kenzo about it and we dashed back to our seats. 

For the rest of the first half and through a pretty fantastic half-time featuring a cheerleader dance show all Osamu could say was, "I want a Blue Hawaii" or the close variant, "Papa, I want a Blue Hawaii."

He's four. I understand. Plus I had a beer, so I was even more understanding.  

The boys had a big morning. Their cousin Yuzuki-chan came over to play and mama made us a curry rice lunch that was so delicious and we rode the bus to Izumi Chuo. And because the soccer game started at one in the afternoon, no nap. By the time half-time ended it was after two and Eri made an executive decision: Blue Hawaii snow cones for both boys. She called me from the concession stand and asked me if I wanted another beer and I said I think there's a whiskey cocktail could you get me that.

The boys love riding the bus. Waiting for it to come is like waiting for Christmas. Sort of.

Recently they can't seem to take a normal picture. In the cups are their present from mama for doing so great at sports day yesterday: dinosaur eggs. They're these toy eggs that you put in water and if you wait a day or two a dinosaur with hatch and grow.

Second half of the game. Blue Hawaii.




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