Matt’s birthday is tomorrow (I’m so glad he was born). I asked him what he wanted for his birthday and he replied, “I put some stuff in the Amazon cart.” Score.
The “stuff” in the cart was some accessories for his 4-wheeler, his Christmas present to himself. These accessories included a 2500 lb winch, a winch mount and a winch strap. Place order, wait for box with the Amazon logo and enjoy.
Once all the birthday presents arrived, Matt took them and his 4-wheeler to our neighbor and his friend, Josh, for help with installing. Josh is a mechanic by trade and very good with things like this.
A night or two later, Matt came into the living room and said, “My four-wheeler is ready. I know because Josh just sent me this picture.”
I really like Josh.
Matt is younger than me. Not by a lot — only two years. But he loves to remind me of the fact and ask me things like “How does it feel to be a cradle robber?” or “Do you brag about marrying a younger man?” To which I very maturely reply, “Ha ha, very funny.”
But I actually may be a cougar, based on this conversation.
me: (looking for a website on the iPad that I had visited the previous day) Where is the history? I want to revisit a site.
Matt: Oh, I always erase the history.
me: Why? Are you visiting sites you don’t want me to know about?
Matt: Really? No. It’s just a habit.
Matt: If you saw my history, all you would see would be sites related to four-wheelers, cameras and books about tree-climbing.
me: You sound like a twelve-year old boy.
Hello, Mrs. Robinson
I think that I have robbed the cradle. Or at least the middle-school.