What my dad's waited his whole life to hear

Grandma and Grandpa Rad came from Florida to visit this week and we all had a great, though exhausting, time playing with Mu and Q.  It's so fun to see how the kids react when my parents make their bi-annual (that's twice a year, not every other year - I hate you English) visit: it's non-stop playing, book reading, and overall zaniness for 5 straight days.  Needless to say, by the time they leave everyone (grandparents included) is sad but a also a little relieved.

Yesterday was Father's Day, and having both my father and my kids there was a great way to celebrate the day - especially when my dad and I went out for ice cream by ourselves while the kids napped; two days before, Mu and I took Grandpa Rad to Norm's for a straight-razor shave.  During the visit We talked life, we talked past, and he gave sage advice about family/work balances.  We were men being men who loved their families.

Now my dad is a huge golf nut; I can't stress enough that I am not, and despite playing a round with my dad on occasion, it's not my game.  Nevertheless, the US Open was this weekend.  After we got back from ice cream, the kids were up and my dad settled in to watch the 18th hole of the last round of the tournament.  Mu climbed up next to him, looked at the TV, popped his thumb in his mouth, and studied.  After a few moments of silence, he looked at my dad and uttered the words Grandpa Rad longed to hear:

"Papa, tell me of Golf, please."

Happy Father's Day, Dad!