Sleepy time ----

The Tiger is a little ball of fire - energey that just wont quit untill sleepy time rolls around. Uncle "M"! Yeah Tiger? Wanna go out and play some catch with me? You mean run you around the yard till I catch you? Uncle "M" don't be silly - you know what I mean - play catch with the base ball with our ball gloves on. Now the Tiger, although he is onley 10, can throw a mean hard ball. By the time Uncle M was wore out my left hand felt like it was on fire. Next he wanted to play kick ball. Now I tell you - this ole man was a huffin and puffing by the time I convinced him enouhg was enough. Next he wanted to climed up his favorite tree and watch the birds fly and sing their happy songs. Did you ever see an ole decrepted man of my age climb a tree, even with the help of a rope ladder. By the time we got to the Tiger's favorite roosting limb, I swear I was an inch taller. That was Saturday. Sunday he wanted to go to the park. Sunday arrived bright and sun shiney. Packed a lunch, with our favorite beverage, root beer, and off to the park we go. Don't know how they do it, but 10yo boys can make a mystery out of any thing to be solved. Uncle M - look at this. What is it Tiger? This little hole in the ground. Bet you don't know what made it? Nope! can't say as I do. What did? Well there is this little green bug called doodly bug, that digs in the dirt and burys hisself. And do you know how to get him to come back out? No how? You take this little stick and draw a ring around the hole and go -- doodle bug - doodle bug - come out of your hole. Have yet to see the doodle bug. Tiger said - he must have dropped off to sleep. Guess so - I committed. Next he chased a butter fly, me running after him, making sure he didn't run off into the lake. By the time Uncle M was ready to head for home, the Tiger said he was a bit tired and yeah lets go home. Home - finished off the pic nic lunch - empting the last two bottles of root beer. The Tiger took his shower, then back down to the TV room, flopped in my lap. Next thing I knew he was sound asleep. When the Tiger has had a full week end and drops off to sleep, there is no waking him up. He gets as limber as a wet noodle out of a bowl of soup. Took him down to his room, undressed him, put on a clean pair of boxers - kissed him on the forehead, covered him with the cover. He sighed, rolled into a small ball and off to dream land. Yeah - me - ole Uncle M - did manage to take a shower, secured the house, and to my room, flopped in, rolled over on my right side and slowly dropped off to the land of nod, watching the Tiger sing like a bird and dnace in the air like a butterfly. With little bitty base balls bouncing in the air. The Tiger makes me do it -- silly little dreams. But all in all - guess I'm the lukest guy in the world - I found the gold at the end of the rain bow. The Tiger. Smiles and hugs Movieman -- love you all