Someone once told me that whenever a significant event presents itself, be sure to say "I'm going to remember this moment." This simple directive is a way to bookmark a memory in your mind. It constructs an off-ramp for the future when a drive down the nostalgia highway is taken.
Last Saturday was one of the special moments for the crowd of people who gathered to witness the marriage of my oldest son, Scott, to the absolute love of his life, Amanda.
Most kids go through a stage in which they refuse food. That's when parents/grandparents turn creative.
"Here comes the motorboat," sputters the feeder, holding a spoon laden with something designed to tempt the defiant one.
Of course this is done with appropriate boat sounds. And the one doing the feeding hopes like everything the kid won't spit the whole spoonful back at said feeder.
Then there's the airplane zooming over with another delivery of nutrition, again accompanied by original parental sound track.