“The kids are out riding their bikes. We have about twenty minutes before they come home. What should we do first?” I looked at my uncle and wondered what he would say. I kind of was hoping he wouldn’t say anything and I could do everything by myself.
I knew Stan meant well, but his list of creative habits was close to zero. It could be faster if he would just hand me pieces and I could hang everything up. But as he grinned, I knew he wanted to do more than just hand me the decorations.
I sighed internally as he reached for the decorations. I knew if I asked him to not help decorate, I would only hurt his feelings. And he had it hard enough as it was.
“I can help. I have this great idea. I was up all night thinking about it.” He smiled at me as he excitedly turned away.
I tried not to sigh too loudly but honestly wondered what great idea had kept him up all night. At this point all I could do was focus on what I could do and leave him to his own devices. I glanced at my watch – seventeen minutes before the kids made it back from the store.
With two minutes to go, I finished with the small amount of decorations I had, I headed toward the dining room, only to find myself amazed. Stan had transformed the room. Completely. It was every Batman’s dream.
Standing Room Only 