Okay. I know I do pick on Eric a lot on this blog. But please know that it is all in good fun. And most importantly, Eric gets a good laugh when I publicly tease him.
This time, I’m writing about one of the many, many things I find so cute about Eric and how he likes to entertain me as well. Recently, it was my nephew’s birthday and he is quite fond of the action hero G.I. Joe. I found a vintage Hasbro Anniversary version (not an old one) at a thrift store in Florida and knew it would be perfect for him. And it still had its original box and unused stickers.
A few days before I had to get him wrapped up and shipped to Chicago in time for my nephew’s birthday, I happened to be in the kitchen getting my usual before-bed-snack. This time, it was some slices of cheese and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something peculiar on our counter next to Eric’s antique radio. Sure enough, it was the G.I. himself, holding out a basket. And not any ordinary basket—this mini was used on top of our wedding cake, hence the dried flowers still inside.
I got a great laugh. My husband is so silly! And still a little boy who will always love G.I. Joe and playing around. But of course, I didn’t tell him that. Instead, I immediately yelled, “Errrrrrrrrrrric!”