Gallafent Family Blog

Have you ever been accused of having a little blond in your hair? At times, I have to admit to being a little scatter brained on occasion. My son, however, has the exact opposite problem. His mind is always filled to overflowing with fantastical battles, heavy equations, circular logic problems or some other all important matter that leaves absolutely no room left for simple, mundane matters.

Take today, for example. It was time for Zach to go to wrestling practice. I call to him and tell him to meet me in the car. It is evening, with a light sprinkling of rain, the temperature hovering in the late thirties, so I grab a coat on my way out the door. After waiting a few minutes, he has to dispatch a few troops in his virtual world, I watch my son sprint out of the door, dressed in a flimsy white t-shirt that he is uselessly using to protect the book clutched tightly in his hands. Why he needs a book at wrestling practice is another blog all together. He is almost to the car, when he abruptly stops and holds up his hand placatingly, as he turns and skip-runs back to the house.

A little late for a coat, I think with a shrug, while I wait for his return. A few minutes pass and I begin to wonder if he has forgotten we were going some where, when out he comes again, still clad in a thin, slightly wet t-shirt and shorts, oh, and don’t forget the book. He climbs into the car with a huff and I hurriedly back out of the drive, at this point we are no longer almost on time, but officially late.

“What did you go back in for?” I asked curiously as I drove down the street.

“Oh”, he said matter of factly, “I got my shoes and a new pair of socks.”

I shook my head in exasperation. Sadly to say, I wasn’t surprised. I am sure that wet feet were a small price to pay for the wonders flourishing inside of that mind of his. Just as long as he doesn’t forget his pants…

Zachary - Fall 2009

Here is Zachary’s picture. Emily says it looks a lot like last year’s. I think he’s handsome.