Back when my kids were young, I worked with a young guy named Nick. (How come everyone back then was young except me?). Anyway, Nick was a lot of fun. Full of energy and youthful exuberance, he was always game for anything. And he kept me as young as he could as well. I drove my Isuzu Trooper across Shawano Lake to the job site where we were building a house that winter, and one day Nick brought his snowboard. At lunch time we tied a line to my bumper and I dragged him down the road and out onto the lake while he showed off and slalomed in the snow.
Another day my wife and kids visited the job and Nick just went nuts. He threw Victoria and Noah in a wheelbarrow and drove them all over the yard with his big blonde pony tail flying in the chill wind, and then he grabbed three year old Josh in his arms and started throwing him around. Josh's nose started running like a faucet so naturally, I said:
"Josh, wipe your nose on Nick!"
He leaned in and complied when Nick, who, cooperating quite suspiciously, held up his big ol' yellow cotton gloves for Josh's convenience.
I said "Ha ha ha" (but in a more realistic and heart felt laugh), until
Nick triumphantly announced, "These are your gloves! I stole them from your truck this morning!"
Good old Nick. Did I mention that I hated that guy?
