Carson is back.
I came home and found these two in the front lawn chomping away on popsicles so I am assuming that Carson’s grounding is over too after the great debacle.
But now they are up to their same old tricks. After they finished their popsicles they wanted to come inside and play. NO. That’s a hard no too. It’s sunny and almost 80 degrees outside - you have a playground, scooters, bikes and imagination - go use them.
Then I went back to doomscrolling on my phone. I lead by example.
They are sneaky though. If they can’t get inside here then they go and try Carson’s house. I doubt his Mom is thrilled at having one kid leave the house and then have another one come back, but it must have worked because they were gone after that.
After about a half an hour I started to walk to get my charge when she turned the corner and was skipping down the street.
“Did Carson’s Mom tell you to go home?, I asked.
“Yup”, she chirped.
I told her that is the way you are supposed to do things. This is a lot easier than having to have week of no fun.
She then said “Hey Dad! Can you do this?” and then proceeded to twist her body in some way I don’t know I would ever get back up from.
“Uh…no.” I told her.
“How about this?”
Still No.
“This?”
Nope.
She then gave up on me and my physical ability and then skipped home for dinner.
After dinner we even had more physical activity where we played soccer in the front yard with the entire family for a good half an hour, and then before you knew it - it was bedtime and here I am writing this before I collapse into bed myself.
Welcome back Carson, you were missed.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.