Before we returned to the Comox Valley, (Stay tuned for the final blog post of our seven and a half month epic trip) we had a quick visit with Ash and Andrew in Vancouver. We were finally able to watch Andrew coach his rugby team, Coach Andrew: Why did he kick that? Have we gone over kicking in that situation? Coach Tim: No. Coach Tim and Coach Andrew: Oh boy. Coach Andrew: Very good. That’s exactly what we’re doing well.
John: Andrew, here’s your belated birthday cake.
Shelley and John: (Sings) Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Andrewwwww! Happy Birthday to you.
Andrew: I bet U2 are shitting themselves.
Everyone: Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Andrew: Awesome! Peanut butter squares. Yeah! Thanks dad.
Shelley: Isn’t the dark brown cakey bit supposed to be on the bottom?
Shelley: Weren’t the directions on the back of the box?
John: There may have been something there. But it didn’t make sense to me.
John: Give it to me.
Andrew and Shelley: What are you doing????
John: Ha! Hah! Here.
Andrew: I think I just swallowed a lump of butter.
Shelley: John, weren’t you supposed to melt the butter first, then mix it with the peanut butter packet?
John: I did.
Andrew: (Whispers) Mom, I watched dad. He skipped the melting butter part, tried to mix hard butter and the peanut butter together, but everything stuck to his spoon, so he added another bit of butter, threw the sticky lump into the microwave for four seconds, tossed it back into the pan, tried to smooth it all over, with no luck, so he added another wad of butter, chucked it back into the microwave for 4 seconds. 5 seconds tops.
Shelley: That doesn’t sound like your father.
Andrew and Shelley: Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha!
John: Jesus Christ! From now on make your own dessert. I try to do something around here and all I get is grief from you ungrateful bums. I don’t remember either one of you helping out.
Andrew: Dad, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I never give you a hard time. It’s mom. Mom brings out the worst in me.
Andrew: It’s true. I say something, you laugh, then I can’t stop. Obviously, it’s all your fault.
John: Doesn’t matter. I’m done with you two.
Andrew and Shelley: We’re done teasing too. Cross our hearts. Go on. You know you want us to eat it. You put all that effort into it. Please. Puhhlleeeease.
Andrew: It’s really good no matter what it looks like.
Shelley: Really, really good.
John: Last time. I mean it. Here.
Shelley: Hee! Hee!
Andrew: God help me, I can’t help it.
Andrew: Is the chocolate meant to be only in the middle like a…
Day 230, April 12th, 2014
Shelley and John