“It’s time to go! It’s time for bed. We need to get up tomorrow at the crack of ever-lovin’ dawn for school!” I bellowed to this tree:
Well, specifically, I was hollering to the kidlets in the tree.
The veritable monkeys who had shimmied up after My Captain’s birthday dinner.
Critter and Em (My friend Maggie’s daughter) had decided to test Goggy and Papa’s arbor ratings.
And they weren’t coming down any time soon.
Well, at least, in their own minds.
Maggie and Mama had other plans. It involved our shoulders, and knees, and bark in our mouths, and shoes in our faces, but those babies would get down, come hell or high water!
I had called Ty and My Captain over from where they were chatting, and asked them to come help, but they just stood looking at us like, “What do you want us to do about it? They’ll figure it out. You rarely see the skeletons of children in trees.”
Maggie and I, being Mamas, were NOT about to test that theory.
And what did they mean by ‘Rarely?!’
Mama Boe 