Today Jeff & I went into the city to hear my nephew play at Symphony Hall.  He and his school mates were wonderful.

If you are 4.5 years-old the biggest draw to this kind of a day was hanging out with mom who was likely to be in a pretty good mood.

We left a little late, and cut it a little close, so I invoked “Team Pumpkin” which is code for being 100% team oriented.  It is a special state of mom/son zen that is rarely used so that when it comes out we know that it is super serious.  Today, as soon as I put the car in park Jeff had unbuckled himself, slid into the front seat, and started putting on his coat.  He also was the one who spotted the ramp that brought us out of the underground parking and into the daylight.  Team Pumpkin means everybody is thinking and working towards the goal.

When you are 4.5, mom can be pretty agreeable to little trinkets of delight for such a strange day, and she may have intentionally packed a delight or two in her purse just for the fun of it.  Having made it to the beautiful hall, and having found a seat as nephew / cousin walked on stage (on the most beautiful symphony stage I have ever seen) it is time to take a look around.  Happily, the performance is mostly for chaperones of competing schools and as long as Jeff is quiet it isn’t too disruptive.  Look, poke, ask, wiggle, and HEY!  Fruit Snacks!  Awesome MOM!!!!

As nephew/cousin came off stage we were able to be right there.  Me in my big proud grin, and Jeff in his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle mask from yesterday’s birthday party.  Nephew/cousin hugged us both, looked pleased with the way it had gone, and listened attentively to Jeff’s recounting of yesterday’s birthday party and how he had an orange TMNT mask.  We were, after all, sharing special things.

After our good-byes and final congratulations we were on to see if more adventure could be had.  The Art Institute is right across the street and the lions beckoned us.  After a brief flirtation with city pigeons we went inside and got in line.  Frankly, I was surprised as (in MANY ways) this is not Jeff’s gig quite yet.  Before paying our admission fee Jeff asked what he would get to make.  We stepped out of line and I explained that this was a looking, no-touching, hand-holding kind of place.

He asked if we had already paid to get in.

I said no.

He grinned.

“I don’t want to do this”

“Perfect timing dude, thank you.  What do you want to do?”

“Look for more pigeons”

and we did, on the way to McDs for lunch, then across the street to DD for a cup of coffee for me.

We stood under the L as a train went over.

It was good.