I am talked into a Nerf sword fight with my five-year-old. I’m sure I burned many many calories, along with getting good practice stomping down my fear and terror as Sweet Boy#3 launched his crazed attack. I had to hold my sword two handed at times because he was so enthusiastic in his assault that he actually made my sword wrist bend and ache when he smashed my sword with his.
Sweet Boy#3–Made a crown for himself out of an old snack baggy and wore it in the car.
Sweet Boy#2–Made me a valentine at school that had a paper Tie Fighter (yep, think Star Wars) on the front.
Sweet Boy#2–Asks for beef Top Ramen for breakfast.
But the winner this week…
I was driving the boys to the bus stop at 6:45am. It had snowed the night before, but halfway down the hill that snow turned to freezing rain. The car stopped steering and slowing and simply zipped along with gravity. Right into the bank. We didn’t go over the edge but it made me nervous enough to caution them as we exited the vehicle to hike until we got cell service. We played in a snowbank until the Hunky Hubby came to rescue us. He had chained up the camp truck and then parked beside our car. He stepped out of the truck and fell, SMACK! Flat on his face. I’ve never actually seen someone truly fall flat on their face before. He did not move for awhile, but eventually scrambled up and proceeded to chain the truck to our car. He told me he would tighten the chain and then when he started going I was to gun it and follow him out of the snow bank. He tightened the chain, but the plow truck came. He backed up to let the truck pass, but the plow stopped to help, so he pulled forward again. Apparently he was simply tightening the chain again. I thought he wanted me to gun the engine and follow him out of the snow bank. I did, but the chain had fallen off and I drove right over the edge of the bank and off the camp road. The car slid down the bank but did not flip over thankfully. It took a bit of work but I managed to scramble up the tilted car and grab the hand of the plow driver and get out. Thus we had to call a tow truck for the first time in our lives. Ugh! I like Sweet Boy#2’s version of our adventure much better than reality. He said: “Momma got stuck, but then Daddy came and made her go over the edge.”