Oct 6 2008
Obsessions
Nathan is usually obsessed with something and constantly asks us about it. This week it was with the golf pull cart I ordered for him online. Nathan's in a golf league that meets in the middle of the day. With the heat, it's difficult for him to carry his clubs and keep up with the rest of the kids on the course. Seeing that his buddy Michael had a kid-sized pull cart, I got Nathan one, too.
After I told Nathan I placed the order, the questions started coming:
What color is it? (Black)
Is it the same one as Michael's? (Yes, but his is yellow.)
Do the wheels come off? (I don't know, but we'll see when we get it.)
How much did it cost? ($35.95 with shipping.)
When will it get here? (Soon. Stop obsessing!)
That week every time the UPS man came by (which is often) Nathan would run to the door screaming, "My golf cart, my golf cart!" Seeing it was yet another review book for me, he was inevitably disappointed.
Yet five minutes later he'd ask, "So when's my golf cart coming?" and I'd sprout another gray hair. Luckily, I was eventually emailed a tracking number, and was able to tell him exactly when it was coming.
This obsession behavior isn't unique to Nathan. His dad has it, too. Recently Paul was fitted for and ordered a very special golf club, a PING G5. Every day he'd come home and ask, "So is my G5 here yet? I need it this weekend!"
The leaf doesn't fall far from the tree now, does it?
