Sometimes it takes 39 years

I'm waiting for him to blow a bubble. We had just stopped by the Super America on our way to Maria State Park and I decided that maybe big league chew was our safest bet. Nothing beats the annoying sounds of cow like chews and popping of your significant other. The real test of faith.
Dave has had a weird child hood to me. I mean, the man didn't talk for like the first five years of his life. Well, really just when he went to preschool but still I feel like he has missed out on a lot of things normal kids that turned into adults would already know. For example how to make a fort, chew big league chew and how to socialize with the masses.
"No you have to put more gum in front...like this" I say.
But for five minutes I wait in between each tiny bubble as it bursts within two seconds of it's birth.
I get my hand wound up ready for the swing, the laughter of the gooey mess of the gum stuck all over his face and taunting of how he is such a sucker.
The sun is very low in the horizon and I'm almost getting tired of waiting. When I've given up all hope suddenly one of his tiny bubbles expands across his entire face. In sheer joy I splat my hand across his face and completely destroy the bubble. When I bring my hand back with laughter ready to ensue I look down to see that all the gum had stuck to my palm while Dave's face was left free of any residue at all.
"AAAhhhhh" I laugh, " YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO LET IT GO!" and we both laugh.


One day we decided to spend a Sunday at Taylors Falls mainly to surprise Dave with kayaking which later turned into my near death but that isn't the whole point of the story. On the way home we stopped by the Franconia Sculpture park and played around. It was magical in ways I wish I could describe. Mostly like being a kid again and having that one friend who you would share blood with and drop eggs over the side of parking ramps with. When we came up to a maze I ran ahead, "Do you want to find me? You won't!" I scream and run through the maze of cellophane. For what seems like hours but maybe just minutes I run throughout the different curtains. I see different people pass but no Dave. "Great, this is going to be just like the gum, Dave is not going to get it" and when I turn the corner he jumps out at me and I scream.

I guess for the most part lately I've been learning that it doesn't matter what you don't know and knowing things doesn't make you an expert.