The other day, I saw Son #1 swinging around a rope. It was a rope I had never seen anywhere around our house before. It was so long. It stretched halfway across our living room.
My first thought was, “Charity must have bought Son #1 a lasso.” I rolled my eyes. That’s the last thing he needs.
He has been really into the cowboy theme recently. When I saw him with the rope, he was wearing his cowboy boots and cowboy hat. And the words, “Yeehaw!” and “Giddy up!” were being shouted at the maximum volume.
The next day, Charity said, “Have you seen what your son has been playing with?”
I hadn’t really thought about what I had seen the day before. And I couldn’t think of anything abnormal.
“Uh, no,” I said slowly.
“Well, he took the strings out of your Nike shoes yesterday.”
I groaned. “Ugh, you’re kidding?”
“Nope. He’s been roping cattle with them.”
Then I remembered the previous evening. I thought the ropes looked abnormally thin. And I had no idea how long my size 18 shoe strings were. I’d never removed them.
I still haven’t put them back, though. Judging by the length, it’s going to take me a while to re-rope my shoes.
to my fellow Bigfoot’s (Bigfeet?),
– Caleb
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