The Scoot
Tonight was better.
Today, we won.
I think that, maybe I may have won the battle of the NO’s. Maybe.
There was some minor push back, but nothing like yesterday.
She came home from camp. MUDDY. I don’t think there’s any camp left because it all came home on her shirt, knees, face. The question I have is that from about 12:30 - 3:30 pm today she was indoors at an indoor trampoline place, so I don’t understand.
While she was grumbling up the stairs towards the bathtub I told her that after bath and dinner we can go out and go for a scoot around the block. We started with her razor scooter but the balancing is not there yet so we made it to the corner and then regrouped and restarted our walk with the stabler 3 wheeled version.
And then, I made a mistake.
We were walking along and I don’t even know how - but I started a story. A made up story: There once was a girl named curly-haired[my child’s name] and straight haired Steve.
This is where it should have stopped. It was just something I said. I was just being silly.
My pink-helmeted little scooter buddy looked up at me with wide eyes and asked:
”What happened next?”
Meanwhile, I’m like…”Oh, that was supposed to be it”
She did not want the story to end so over the course of our walk I do what I do best: I made shit up. 1
At the end of our mile walk we had the orginal 2 characters, both a policeman and sargeant, a firefighter, 2 dogs - one was named ralph, one mother-in law and then 2 parents, a sibling and of course - every story would not be complete without: donuts
In some ways I wish I could record this stuff and remember it later but then again maybe not, and I should just remember it for what it was:
A scoot and a story.
And donuts. It’s always about the donuts.
until next time,
TH and Co.
this blog is the perfect example.