The boys and I struck out on an adventure Saturday morning. And boy do I mean morning.
Feeling a sudden need to run away, I contacted my mom and arranged to spend several days at their abode. Picking blackberries, frolicking in their garden, thinning out their knickknacks… Upon the revelation of my plan sweet boy #1 wanted to know what day we were leaving.
And at what time.
Then he had a terrible realization. We would be driving during cartoons and sugary cereal! And thus his 5.5 year old brain came up with a scheme and adventure worthy of remembrance.
“If we get up at 4:00 am then we can arrive at grandma Judy’s house by 7:00 am and start cartoons and sugary cereal on time.”
I forestalled making a decision for awhile but he was passionate and persistent. So we had dinner at 3:30 in the afternoon and were at least in the bedroom by 4:30 and so I woke them at 4:30 am the next day, buckled them into their car seats, stuffed a pastry into their smiling but sleepy mouths, and off we went.
We arrived at grandma Judy’s just in time, 7:20 am, and since they had hosted a wild party the night before (hymn sing) the boys were able to pound on their door and awaken them to shouts of “It’s SATURDAY!!!”
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It was a series of good times. I had a BLAST. What delightful little cyclones you have. Thank you so much for the delicious visit!
Love to you.