Can He Fix It?

The kitchen was filled with the mouth watering smell of lobster bisque in the oven, along with au gratin potatoes and baked corn. The fresh rolls were wrapped up and covered to keep them warm.

Julie smiled, everything was turning out perfect. All she needed to do was light the candles, turn on the soft music … and Bang!

What was that? Was Eric awake and banging on the wall? She knew he had wanted to stay up and see Daddy, but it was going to be too late until he got home. There had been a big meeting at work.

After watching his Bob the Builder DVD he had seemed content. Julie had tucked him into bed after reading three stories. Bang! There it was again. Perhaps if she ignored his banging on the wall, he would go back to sleep.

She poured the wine and checked her phone and saw a text from Lee. “Running late. Will be home in a half hour.”

Sighing, she kept the oven on warm so the food wouldn’t get too cold. At least Eric wasn’t banging anymore.  Grabbing a book she got comfortable on the couch. Opened up the book and bang,bang,bang!

Throwing down her book she marched back to Eric’s room. Opened up the door. “You need to stop…” Words left her, as she saw the expression of pure happiness on little Eric’s face.

“Look Mommy! I am Bob the Builder! Can he fix it? Yes he can!” Bang! Eric pounded the wall again with the little hammer that Grandpa had bought him. The little hammer that Julie had meant to put away until Eric was a little older. Now she  could only stare at the dents and chipped paint on the wall, shaking her head.

“Can he fix it? Yes …” julie grabbed the hammer out of Eric’s hand before he swung again.

“Okay little Bob…you really must go to bed.”

He was rubbing his eyes. It was without complaint that he laid down. “I fixed the wall Mommy, Daddy will be proud.” His eyes closed with a smile on his lips julie kissed him on the cheek. He looked so angelic while sleeping. 

Twenty years later Julie was beaming at her little grandson’s birthday party. Hard to believe that Eric was all grown up with a son of his own now. It was Father’s Day and little Caleb’s fourth birthday!

“Mom!”

“What dear?” she looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Eric had come and sat down beside her. They were watching Caleb, who was over by the swingset, open an extra special gift from Grandpa.

“Dad got him a hammer!”