I pulled one over on the kids and went downstairs to get work done when they were busy in this elaborate game involving a box.
I wasn’t too concerned because they were pushing each other around in this box on the kitchen floor. It sounded like a train was moving overhead. It was only when I heard the train moving near the top of the stairs that I started to wonder how it was all going to go down.
Eat: NATE. You know what we should do?
Eat: Do you want to ride down the stairs in the box. It would be so much fun.
Down the stairs in the box. Ignoring the hardwood floor covering the concrete floor. And the weight-bearing pole in the path. How fast do you think they could get moving by the end of the steps? Under the assumption that the box would make it in the upright position to the bottom of the stairs.
Sometime I fear for that second born.
Eat: You don’t want to go down the stairs? It will be really, REALLY fun.
With that I heard someone come flying down the stairs in a box, laughing maniacally. I jumped up to find Eat climbing out of the box unscathed at the bottom of the stairs. I looked up at the top of the stairs to see his brother looking on in wonder.
Eat: Nate. That was SO much fun. Do you want to try it?
It’s the little things for which we are thankful as mothers. Last time I checked, there is no two-fer deal at the ER.