We had driven from Glacier National Park, Montana, to Great Falls, Montana and had some time to kill before we caught our plane, so we visited a cold spring along the Missouri river, once visited by Meriwether Lewis, of Lewis and Clark.
Look, I know what you’re thinking. Whoop Dee Doo, Mama! A cold spring! Crazy Fun Times for ALL!!!
I know, I know but I was pressed for time to find something, and other than the fish hatchery adjacent to the spring, I had nothin’. Zip. Bupkiss. Nada. It was either the Cold Spring, or pull out the Kindles…which I will neither confirm or deny ended up happening anyways.
And since it turned out to be a kind of cool spot that Mama picked out to while way time after all (Score ONE for the old lady, please) we asked the kids to stand for a picture. It was an innocuous enough request, but of course, my children can be butt-heads and refused to smile.
He just assumed the kids were beginning to cooperate, though they were not looking at the camera as they smiled so obligingly. He had no idea I was making googly eyes at him. Nor did he know I was mimicking him as he admonished the brats to look up.
And he sure as heck had no idea that I was pretending to pull boogers out of his ears and flick them at the kids.
Which, frankly, kind of disturbed Critter.
Oh I was smooth alright. I could have kept this up all day. Except I forgot that My Captain didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, and had reversed the camera on his phone without me knowing it.
I’m just lucky he didn’t do that while I was flicking pretend ear boogers.
Obviously, I need to work on my undercover-ear-booger-flicking technique.
But doesn’t everyone?