it’s not often that i get a chance to hang out with sister #3’s children, at least when she’s not around. she has decided that her three boys are entirely too much for me to handle. sometimes i think she might be right, but after spending friday night not only catering to the beer, ice, and pizza needs of 32 bowlers but also keeping a 4-year-old entertained, i’m pretty sure i can handle the fabulous becker boys easy peasy.

i do, however, have to admit that Cade kept me way more entertained than i him. it’s hard to choose which part of the night was my favorite. i think the time Cade sent sitting on the bar next to me, listening to Kathleen Turner Overdrive might have been he best part of the night. the kid likes, in this order:
Thank God, I’m a Country Boy by John Denver
Mama Mia by Abba
Panema by Van Halen
Be Bad for Me by Paul Westerberg

and it’s totally rad because he’s got the music in him. he can clap and move to the rhythm, it’s awesome. because as much a i love max, the kid can’t move to music to save his life. of course watching him trying to bust a move to his new favorite song “I Like to Move It” from Madagascar is pretty damn funny. but watching Cade actually dance and clap along in time to the music, well that’s just totally amazing.

my second favorite part of the night was when Cade we run down to lane one, stop, turn around, start blowing raspberries, and flap his hands as though revving a motorcycle. then he would run from lane one down to about lane six, blowing raspberries the entire time, then he’d suddenly drop down and slide on his knees the rest of the way to lane eight. he did this for about 25 minutes.

and finally, we played this weird copycat game that i can only call Doankey Doank. this game entiled making a goofy face, waving your hands, and waggling your head and then shouting “DOANKEY DOANK.” at that point the person who was watching would have to then copy what you were just doing. this one was a lot of fun until Cade pulled his shirt over his head. “you do it, you do it!” he begged, pullling his shirt over his face.
“yeah you do it, you do it,” premium wood said.

and thus ended the magical game of Doankey Doank.