The rain held off just long enough to have a good party for Bry-onicle. He had four friends over and they swam, ate cake, opened presents, swam some more, and came in and played. This par-tay was only supposed to be about two hours long (1:30 - 3:30). Big Baldy calls at 3 and said, "I just got your email - how much longer are you going to be there? We'll come down." So my brother, his wife, and children started down. 3:30 comes and goes...still no parent has come to pick up their child (or children).
I dunno...I'm the kind of parent that always believed that 3:30 meant 3:30; it doesn't mean 3:45 and it doesn't mean 4:15 unless you call and tell me you are running late or something. I was ready to start charging for babysitting.
Have you ever seen a 6'5 man that weighs around 230 or 240 riding a motor scooter? No? Well you should. It would complete your life.Labels: family misadventures |
