Friday Funny- That Boy of Mine!

Monday evening, the B family went for a stroll after dinner. We do this a few times a week, just a walk around the neighborhood to keep ourselves from getting completely sucked into the multiple electronic devices around the house and not engaging with each other. My son brought his scooter and my daughter, her bike. At one point, The Hub took over the scooter and began racing with Z2. Off they went. My son, seizing the opportunity, locked his arm in mine, looked at me, wiggled his eyebrows and said,"Well Mom, now it's just you and THE MAN."

Yup, all nine years of him!

He proceeded to tell me this joke:

Z1: Hey Mom, why did the booger cross the road?

Me: I don't know, Love. Why?

Z1: Because he was getting picked on! AAHHAHAHAHAHAAA!

His lady killing skills are exceptional, don't you think?

As we rounded the corner, the scooter had come back and Z1 suggested I give it a try. Now, what you should realize is that when it comes to athletic grace, well, there's a reason why I am a musician and not a gymnast. I. Have. NONE. I've never been a particularly physically graceful person. It's okay. I've come to terms with it.

So when Z1 offered me the scooter, it just looked like fun, and I thought,"It's a kid's scooter. How can this be bad?"

I was cruising along (well, maybe not cruising. . . how about SLOWLY gliding) when he came up behind me and said,"Mom, I think you've mastered Level 1. It's time to move on to Level 2." And with that, he put both hands on my behind and gave me the strongest push ever.

I made it all the way home- DOWN THE HILL- in record time. The sound effect reel (i.e.- my loud, vocal abilities including screaming) was quite entertaining to the neighbors which happened to be outside.

Gotta love family time!

Yours, wishing you much fun in your family time this weekend,

Melissa