A funny story from that weekend: Grant in the picture above is shown believing that there is a Transformer (a trademark of Hasbro) in the vicinity, and that obviously the fire department is here to clean up whatever mess has been made. He has, as evidence, the fact that the lights went out in the hotel we were staying at, the testimony of the front desk clerk who said that it must have been a transformer that caused the outage, and his parents refusal to clarify the mix-up. It's funny, right?
When the lights went out, we called the front desk and let them know that we, like everybody in the hotel, had no power. The desk clerk said a transformer must have gone out. Daddy gets off the phone and tells Mommy, with Grant listening, "It was a transformer; they'll get it fixed." Grant, his eyes wide and showing some concern, "A Transformer?" Mommy and Daddy looking knowingly at each other, "Yes, a transformer."
"Oh no!" says Grant.
"Well Grant, a transformer is a box that helps keep the lights on, not necessarily an extraterrestrial robot that changes into a car."
A blank stare comes back from Grant. Minutes later a fire engine shows up, and Grant explodes, "The Transformer!" He is certain the firefighters are here to deal with the Transformer.
So we run out and the nice firefighter lets Grant into the fire engine. The other firefighters walk away mysteriously out of sight, and presumably to deal with the Transformer.
**************
Later that night the Garcia sister-clan (Grants great aunts) and their respective families gathered at Pico De Gallo in San Antonio, or "Pickle De Ga-l-l-o" as Uncle Greg says, and enjoyed a great supper.
I like to believe that everybody there dined beneath the shade of Trina's tree, and the Mariachi trumpets of heaven sang "Hallelujah," or was that "El Rey."
Oh, and Dylan's doing great!
Posts
