We headed north last weekend, for my mom's birthday celebration. She hates talking about her age, so I'll just give you a hint: it has a 0 and an 8 in it. You do the math.
And so it was that we headed up to Michigan: The Heir, The Spare, The Adopted One, and my boo. Mom and Dad live in Oscoda, and Jim had never been there, so he did his typical researching. Told me everything about the area, like I'd never been there. Oscoda is on Lake Huron, and is mostly a summer home location for people from "downstate" as Michigan calls the Detroit area. There's not a lot there, but it's also 15 miles north of Tawas City, or Twaziland, as my boo called it. (He has a thing with names........he alternately calls me Lucy, Sophie, and last weekend, I suddenly morphed into Peaches LeFleur. He's name challenged.)
The trip was mostly a disappointing discussion about Game of Thrones and Magic The Gathering, though at one point, the boys discussed the merits of a certain female character. Thomas said "yes, she is very pleasing to the eye." Seth said "yeah, she's got the perfect measurements: 36-36-36, or whatever they are." Thomas replied, "She fills out her costume very nicely." Yeah, there were a few reminders during that trip that they were, indeed in mixed company. Seth's response? "You know, you always say that, and I don't even know what mixes company IS." ::sigh::
In the last hour of the trip, they finally switched the discussion to Dr Who, which is much more interesting to me, given the fact that I watch it. And that Jim has watched it since Day One. They started talking about their dislike of the current writer, and what he needs to do to improve his craft. One example they used was an episode wherein the villains were babies. Seth said "that's what I'm talking about. I mean, everyone knows babies are terrifying. There's nothing new about that."
Obviously, the Spare to the Throne does not have a future in babysitting.