I have 3 people of the male persuasion (one being a decidedly "adult" husband) who have constructed some sort of haphazard ramp system in our front yard/patio area from which the other 2 males (risk taking sons) are launching themselves and their bicycles from as I type.
From my motherly eyes (in the house where I'm biting my tongue because everyone says this is how boys learn) I can see:
- this ramp involves 2 boards of questionable integrity and size
- an old railroad tie that probably has a trillion splinters waiting to embed in some one's nether regions
- 2 overly sugared up boys who are fighting over who gets the privilege of experiencing the ramp of wonder first
- a husband who is proudly grinning ear to ear that his sons are such marvels of construction.
They've got the ramp, they have the no holds barred mentality now I wonder if they've thought about which one of them has to come inside to tell me that they will need the band aids, Bactine and splinter extractor......hmmmm think its probably a good time to stop watching.
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