Every now and again life comes at us all pretty fast. Luckily for us it brings a good measure of humor along with it.
For example, my husband and my son last week. My son (The Imp) is 16, and like most 16 year-olds, he is ten foot tall and bulletproof. Thanks to a TV show (The Golden Girls) and a short conversation, it comes to our son’s awareness that we have an attic…. an attic he has never been in and the following unfolds –
Son: Can we get into our attic?
Husband: Yes, we can.
Husband: Move the access panel, grab the ladder and climb in.
Son: I want to go in the attic and look around!
Husband: It’s kind of late.
Me: Why don’t you wait until this weekend. That way your dad can bring in the ladder and help you into the attic.
Son: I bet I can do it with a chair!
Me and Husband: *exchange look*
Me: Why don’t we just wait.
Son: Nah, I have enough upper body strength. I can pull myself into that opening… no problem.
Me and Husband: *exchange look number two*
Son: *scurries down the hall wearing a big grin while carrying a dining room chair*
*clink* *rustle rustle* *bump* *grunt* groan*
~~~ Silence ~~~
THUNK WHAM SCRAAAAAPPPPEE
Husband: *is already getting up from the couch*
Husband reports the sight of two legs and feet hanging out of the opening in the ceiling, a tipped over step stool that was apparently put on top of the chair for added lift, a wooden shield (we are still uncertain as to its role in this whole fiasco) and the coat rack that has been ripped out of the wall and is lying in a heap on the floor amongst the crumpled jackets… backing out of the attic had not gone as smoothly as getting in it would seem.
The Imp was fine (a little scuffed up but in high spirits). Instead of waiting and going into the attic over the weekend as we suggested, he spent that time learning how to patch drywall.
Never a dull moment. lol
Any of you have some fun child rearing stories to share?