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So it's a busy time of the year for all, it seems. And although I don't necessarily partake in the preparation and shopping frenazy, it's still busy for our house, too. And my son has decided to test the boundaries of love and rules as Mom seems spread thin enough to agree/accept anything. Right?
So as he pilfered the family wallet, starting Friday, he used his bedroom as home-base for his peeps from out of town (without much notice), announced that they would all be staying for supper come Sunday evening (announced at noon Sunday!!!). He then decided to have a "confession time" with Mom & Dad just prior to leaving for an over-nighter at another friend's house.
Well.... It turns out that after all these years of thinking that his injury was acquired during the "Elk Photo Op" was caused by a game of "Don't Touch the Lava.",this is not so. Apparently, the boys did not listen to both moms and did end up going outside while we were out quading. And this is where the story takes a twist.
The boys grabbed some golf clubs as they headed outside to hit a few golf balls into the snowbanks, in the front yard. No harm, right? READ ON. Everything was going well. It was the other boy's turn to take a swing and he told my son to step back. As my son was still only 5 years old at the time, he was distracted within seconds of hearing that request and walked right into the swinging club.
This is just an example of how nothing is what it seems when you are not there to be a witness. Especially if you're Sassylassy and her clan. I now have to deal with the fact that I may end up questioning any other events my son has recounted to me as maybe not being exactly as he described. To be revisited for sure.
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