Dirty White Boys

The Family Man can get down and dirty.

Tonight after work my boys wanted to go to the new subdivision where new homes are being built. The roads have just gone in, smooth as glass with virtually no traffic – perfect for learning to ride a bike or a scooter. There are also several large pies of dirt, perfect for climbing and sliding.

We got there shortly after 6:30 p.m. and spent all of five minutes riding bikes and scooters. After that it was all about the dirt. We spent the next hour climbing up, sliding down, throwing, digging, pushing and running around big piles of dirt. The boys had an absolute blast. By the time we were done we were all filthy, and they could not have been happier.

Finally it was time to go home. The boys piled into the back seat, still laughing and talking about the fun they’d had. I turned on the radio for the short ride home, and happened upon a classic hit from the 80’s. My boys were oblivious to the lyrics, but I couldn’t help but smile as I drove home, listening to Foreigner sing ‘Dirty White Boy.’

It’s great to be The Family Man.