Lobsters

Many of you know or have read about Boyd's affection for Lobsters. Since he was two he has talked about working with them or having them as a pet.  Well, the love runs deep. Saturday night we went out to a nicer Italian restaurant and the waitress made the mistake of telling us the special of the day was lobster risotto with blah blah blah. I then asked Adam, what was with the risotto? Ok so maybe this is all my fault, and Adam replied well it's a lobster risotto with xy and z. Suddenly Boyd's face dropped and he started bawling over the lobster risotto on the menu because they must have killed the lobsters. It took a while for him to calm down and he told the waitress not to sell anyone the lobster risotto special that night.  Family and friends you have been warned. Please do not order lobster anything in from of our son.  He'll probably be a vegetarian for life.

On a totally different note Boyd had his first hit off the pitching machine during a game Saturday on a cold and damp day. He also survived his first go around as catcher although he didn't really move.

Lastly, Boyd pulled a fast one on his teachers last week telling them he wasn't supposed to open his surgery eye because they put glue like drops in it to keep it shut.  He said he told them that I had said not to open it. I was appalled when I picked him up from school and it was closed but today his teachers and I had a good laugh over it.