I was out of town for just over a week. I had back to back conferences in LA and Phoenix. The weather was grand, the sessions were great and the time away was refreshing. I barely paid attention to what was going on at the office back home. And I managed to forget about the daily stresses that seem to be building up inside me every single day.
I learned tons and had a lot of fun too. I have stories. Stay tuned.
In the meantime, I was giving my boys a bath last night. Drew (the three year old) had a nasty looking wound on his forearm. It looked like a rattlesnake bite.
“Drew, what happened to your arm?”
“A baby tried to eat me.”
Then I remembered that the wife told me they had dinner at a neighbor’s house my second night away. She said the neighbor’s one year old bit Drew.
“Ohhh, buddy! Who did it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Was it Ryan?”
“Yes, Ryan did it. I got away, but I cried.”
“Are you okay now?”
“You are lucky he didn’t eat you.”
“Yah, I got away.”
Getting back to reality after being out for a week has been tough. But tales of a cannibal baby from my little boy makes it a little bit better.