Summer is a never ending series of doctor appointments. The First Born was scheduled for a dentist appointment this afternoon. I had unfortunately forgotten about the appointment and scheduled a meeting at work at the exact time I would normally leave to go get the offspring and haul him to the doctor.
So, running a little late, I pull into the lot of the swimming pool that the daycare sends the older kids to wear themselves out most days. Jake was excited to see me and despite my pleas that he hurry up, ran off and with a "Hey, mom, watch this!" jumped off the side of the pool. Since he can't really swim, my heart kept a little , but the life vest popped him back up where in I loudly told him to get his hiney out of that pool, much to his embarrassment and much to the delight of his friends who will no doubt tease him mercilessly later. (I don't just get mad, I get even!)
We had forgotten to pack a towel that morning, and with no time to change I ordered him to dash through the dressing room and meet me on the other side. He climbed in the car, dripping all the way, and I ordered him to change in the back seat.
I have changed clothes in a car many, many times. It can be done in a relatively modest manner. But, not apparently when you are a six year old boy. He had taken up residence in the very back of the SUV, which should have provided ample room to lay down and change out of the view of passers by, but this child revels in nakedness, and I found myself repeatedly yelling for him to get down! Be modest! At each stoplight, the lucky drivers behind us were treated to a full moon. As I accelerated one time, I saw jake flip back and his feet fly in the air. This experience, rather than teach him a lesson, was met with "Mom! Do that again!".
I can't help but recall my younger years, when seat belts were merely a suggestion, and the fun me and my sister had rolling around the back seat allowing the centrifugal force to take us where it may. Ah, those were the days. But, since a hefty fine is associated with non-seatbelt compliance, I told Jake to quit it before the cops saw thin. My little smart-aleck's reply? "Tell me if you see a police car, mom, and I'll duck!"
Great, already working on methods to avoid the law.
We finally made it to the dentist, and if you hear reports of an unseasonal full moon over Lubbock, I have no idea what you are talking about.
So, running a little late, I pull into the lot of the swimming pool that the daycare sends the older kids to wear themselves out most days. Jake was excited to see me and despite my pleas that he hurry up, ran off and with a "Hey, mom, watch this!" jumped off the side of the pool. Since he can't really swim, my heart kept a little , but the life vest popped him back up where in I loudly told him to get his hiney out of that pool, much to his embarrassment and much to the delight of his friends who will no doubt tease him mercilessly later. (I don't just get mad, I get even!)
We had forgotten to pack a towel that morning, and with no time to change I ordered him to dash through the dressing room and meet me on the other side. He climbed in the car, dripping all the way, and I ordered him to change in the back seat.
I have changed clothes in a car many, many times. It can be done in a relatively modest manner. But, not apparently when you are a six year old boy. He had taken up residence in the very back of the SUV, which should have provided ample room to lay down and change out of the view of passers by, but this child revels in nakedness, and I found myself repeatedly yelling for him to get down! Be modest! At each stoplight, the lucky drivers behind us were treated to a full moon. As I accelerated one time, I saw jake flip back and his feet fly in the air. This experience, rather than teach him a lesson, was met with "Mom! Do that again!".
I can't help but recall my younger years, when seat belts were merely a suggestion, and the fun me and my sister had rolling around the back seat allowing the centrifugal force to take us where it may. Ah, those were the days. But, since a hefty fine is associated with non-seatbelt compliance, I told Jake to quit it before the cops saw thin. My little smart-aleck's reply? "Tell me if you see a police car, mom, and I'll duck!"
Great, already working on methods to avoid the law.
We finally made it to the dentist, and if you hear reports of an unseasonal full moon over Lubbock, I have no idea what you are talking about.
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