Dem bones, dem bones got Nolan collecting - and us guessing

FATHER’S DAZE
Emmitt B. Feldner  for The Review

We’re still trying to divine the true meaning of a request from our youngest grandson Sunday.

We had the family all over for a late Mother’s Day lunch and Terry whipped up one of her favorites – barbecued ribs.

Before anyone says anything, it was her idea – and cooking is one of her favorite pastimes, so we were just letting her do what she wanted to do on her day.

And we were enjoying the results as well.

Since getting everything ready for lunch was going to take some time, it meant entertaining three grandsons for awhile.

As always seems the case whenever all three of the grandsons are at our place, no matter what the holiday or occasion, we had to get out the Christmas train set.

If I were smart, I’d just have it set up in the living room when they come through the door, but I keep hoping one of these times they won’t remember it – no such luck thus far.

I have this picture of us having to drag out that train set for their high school graduation parties and wedding receptions.

We got the trains up and running, but they lost interest in that after a short time and were ready to head outside.

It probably didn’t help that Ethan had brought along his appropriately named dog Tank – he probably figured his mother was lonesome for canine companionship – and Tank was wreaking some havoc with the train set. What havoc Ty, Aiden and Nolan weren’t wreaking, that is.

So they all trooped outside, with Poppie to keep an eye on them.

It was a little cool for the second weekend in May, but the three of them really didn’t stand still long enough to notice.

Instead, they were racing up and down the street on whatever bicycle, tricycle, tractor or pedal car they could find – and they pretty much found them all.

Poppie had nothing but his own two feet to try and keep up with the three of them, but fortunately we weren’t out there too long before Mee-Mee announced that lunch was ready.

As I noted, ribs were the main course and nobody was complaining – except for Alex, which was too bad, because he was outnumbered.

Ethan pulled some meat off the bone for Nolan, who proceeded to go to work with his knife and fork cutting it up into bite-size chunks.

I’m not exactly sure whether he ate any of the chunks, but the effort kept him busy for quite some time.

We did convince him, his older bother Ty and his cousin Aiden that it was alright to use your fingers to eat the ribs – in fact, it’s one of the few foods where that’s allowed under the rules of etiquette.

I can’t be sure, but I think that added immensely to their enjoyment of the main course.

We were all chomping away on our ribs when Nolan announced that we should not throw the bones away – he wanted to take them home.

In fact, he said he was going to collect them all in a bag.

He didn’t say what exactly he wanted the bones for – it couldn’t have been to feed to the dog, since the dog was already there and rib bones are not good for dogs, as his parents and his grandmother quickly informed him.

We can only speculate on what his request might indicate for his future interests.

Perhaps Nolan will be an anthropologist when he grows up, or a forensic pathologist – or maybe Denzel Washington.

Unfortunately, we may never know, since he’d forgotten all about the bones by the time they were ready to leave and he forget them at our house – along with his hat and a notebook and pencil he brought with him as well.

We’ll just have to figure it gives him a reason to come back.


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