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The Luckiest Unluckiest Day Ever

It wasn’t until later that I realized he was born on Friday the 13th.

Unluckiest of unlucky days in Western culture, Friday the 13th is a triskaidekaphobics worst nightmare. It rarely comes about, but when it does, it’s usually wielding a machete and wearing a hockey goalie mask.

But not this month. On June 13, Casa de Dude celebrates! We kick up our heels and dance and sing (although not as much these days for reasons that should become apparent in only a few moments) and just generally enjoy life because June 13, this year falling on a Friday, is the day our family became complete.

Friday the 13th of June is Hyper Lad’s birthday. This is the year he’s turning 15, which means he’s already got his grubby little paws held out and ready to take the car keys and go for a little spin. The fact that he has no learner’s permit because his driver education teacher still hasn’t gotten around to him yet. . . Well, that means little.

He’s fifteen. He’s ready to drive. At least in his mind.

I say our family became complete because Hyper Lad is the youngest of our three young dudes. He’s six years younger than our oldest and five years younger than our middle son. In fact, we weren’t supposed to have Hyper Lad at all.

My wife, known to me as She Who Must Be Getting Her Way, and I thought we were finished procreating (although not practicing) after Zippy the Travelin’ Boy. Eventually, though, she began to yearn for another female in the house. Once she said that, it became apparent that I really needed a daughter as well since I look darn good on the dance floor wearing a tux at a wedding.

Instead, we got lucky and didn’t get our wish. Instead of a girl, we got a Hyper Lad and we couldn’t be happier.

Our oldest son, Sarcasmo, had to suffer through first-child paranoia as his mom and I freaked out about anything and everything related to our darling. Our middle son, Zippy the Travelin’ Boy, stayed sheltered in the harbor of our good graces and had vigilant parents every on guard. Relaxed, but on guard.

By the time Hyper Lad came along, we were pretty much okay with him doing just about anything short of juggling the razor-sharp blades we kept in the open, unlocked drawers in the kitchen. And even that, provided he had a good reason for it.

Having older brothers, Hyper Lad has benefited from being around (slightly) more mature age cohorts for most of his life. He’s probably more emotionally mature at 15 than his brothers were when they were his age.

Since he was smaller than everyone around whom he wanted to hang, he had to develop a quick left and an even quicker wit to survive. And he has.

His teachers see the same things that we do: one of the sharpest minds, with one of the most wicked senses of humor to have come around in a long while. He’ll frequently make an offhand joke about current affairs we happen to be discussing that’s amazingly quick, amazingly on-target and blisteringly funny.

His mom and I will just turn and look at each other — once the laughter finally dies down — and trade astonished gazes.

While Hyper Lad lives up to his name (and his blog name here), he’s not constantly rushing around and ignoring everyone else. The young dude is consistently polite (to non-dad people) in almost every situation and looks for ways to help everyone he can.

Not to say he’s perfect, of course. I mean, I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve come thiiiiiiisssssss close to popping an aneurysm in my brain from the crap he will drop — literally drop — wherever it is he happens to be done with it. If that means he’s finished with a band-aid wrapper six inches from a trashcan. . . Then he drops the wrapper to the floor six inches from the trashcan.

And, being a teenager, he’s now discovered the joys of sleeping in until the sun warms up. . . say, sometime around 3 pm.

So, yeah, he’s got a lot of things to work on. But, here’s the deal about that: We’re just so glad we get a chance to watch as he does. It’s going to be an interesting experience.

Here’s to you, Hyper Lad! Have a happy birthday and know we love you. And we dearly want to live through you learning to drive, so please work on that.


We also take a moment to remember Hyper Lad’s Great Grandmother, my Grandmother, Irene Jones. A wonderful woman, my grandmother died three years ago. She and Hyper Lad were both born on June 13 and called each other Birthday Buddies. So here’s to you as well, Mama. You’re missed and loved.

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Shooting To Number 12 Like A Rocket

by Richard

Another big day here at Casa Dude. Today is the day that Hyper Lad takes one more step toward officially being known as a teenager, rather than having just acted like a petulant teenager for the last couple of years thanks to his older brothers giving teenaged (read, bad) examples of how teenagers behave.

So, yeah. In a roundabout way I’m saying today’s the day that Hyper Lad turns 12. Lucky dude that he is, Hyper Lad gets to share his birthday with his great-grandmother, my dad’s mom, who today turns 95. Personally, I can’t believe it. Ninety-five is a lot of years for someone to live. And she’s done it with aplomb and more than little (metaphorical) relish. Mama is an amazing woman who’s lived through so much it’s hard to pin down sometimes.

She’s seen her share of ups and some major downs these last couple of years, but she’s still enjoying life to whatever extent she can, thanks mostly to love and support from her family and a couple of caregivers who seriously care for Mama almost as much as we — her family — do.

Hyper Lad, well, that dude is a whole ‘nother story. He’s only been around on this world a measly 12 years, hardly  long enough to have made a dent in his life.

Here’s the thing about Hyper Lad: He’s cute and he knows is and he uses that to get away with murder. Well, okay, probably not murder, but he certainly gets away with a lot, especially when it’s his mother who’s trying to instill a little discipline.

Like the other two young dudes, Hyper Lad is quite a smart kid. Of course, I’m willing to admit that I might — possibly — be just the tiniest bit biased in this assessment. Still, I get a kick out of him when he makes associations I’ve not thought of yet, or uses complicated vocabulary words correctly.

He’s different from his two brothers in that he actually seemed to enjoy his first year of middle school. He’s much more open and willing to approach people to befriend them than was either Sarcasmo or Zippy the Monkey Boy. So that’s a good thing. He’s had one good year, which means he’s willing to accept the fact that he just might have another couple of good years left in middle school. I’ve found that if you believe you’ll have a good year, the odds are much more likely that you will, especially if you’re not looking for doom and gloom in the clouds every day.

Here’s to you, Hyper Lad. May your next year be as fun, engaging and just gosh-darn cute as your last.

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