maiden duck voyage

(I wrote most of this 2 weeks ago and am just now getting around to posting it)

Yesterday my son, Noah, decided he wanted to go with me to the arthouse to "play with clay" (otherwise known as making pottery). He can be very fickle about these things so I knew I had to grab him while I could and get him there before he had second thoughts and started to proclaim his lack of artistic ability (the boy posesses an ability to talk himself out of anything and everything). Unfortunately the arthouse was closed, so there we were in town with nothing to do. One thing I like about being in "the square" is the complete lack of chains and big box stores. Everything is small and independent. I knew he'd appreciate a visit to the popcorn/candy shop (what boy wouldn't). One of his favorite things at the moment is bubble gum cigarettes which he stocked up on. We soon found ourselves at the town lake. I had been wanting to paddle one of the duck boats for ages. They've had a gravitational pull on me which I only managed to resist because of cost and convenience. So I finally set forth on my maiden duck voyage. I tell you, some of the best times, the most bonding, almost magical times just happen unscripted. Despite claims to the contrary, Disneyland is not necessarily the happiest place on earth. Anyhow, Noah puffed on his bubble gum cigarettes and took in the day. What is it that happens at these times? I don't know, but I knew I could be entirely content for this time out on a duck boat with my son.