This past week I had the pleasure of Alexis and Collin spending pretty much the whole weekend with me.We started out in church on Sunday and I gave Collin my Cam and here is a few shots he took during church.I do this every once in a while because it keeps him quiet during the service and he thinks it’s the bomb.
He cuts a little bit of your head off but I don’t think he does too bad for a three year old.I can’t believe how people let him take snapshots of them.I’d be running for the hills.
The dude was on his best behavior.He was a race car driver and a snorkeler and he played and played.I never had to clean up any outside bathroom incidents although I did see a little white behind at my house as he watered my flower bed if you know what I mean.It is OK though because we live in the country.I am telling you this guy was born in the wrong era.Pa Ingalls would have loved him.
The next day in the afternoon we decided to drive over to the house that the kids bought out in the country.My husband and son-in-law have been working feverishly on it trying to get it ready for move in day and we wanted to see how things were going.I get the kids in the Explorer locking Collin up in his car seat behind me and Alexis in her seat belt along side of him.We were traveling down the road with the windows down talking about the crops in the fields(dat coin Nana,dat soy beans Nana,dat my field Nana)and I am thinking he must be a farmer again.I love listening to his Dutchy talk.There is nothing sweeter to me.
Just as I am about to turn down the gravel road that will take me to their new house I feel something skim across my back.Knowing who is sitting behind me I am nervous.
“Collin,what was that on my back?’
“It a boyd”
“It a boyd”
“I don’t know what a boyd is,Honey’”
To this Alexis tells me “Nana he said it was a bird.”
I start to panic immediately because my number one fear may be laying in wait to attack and peck the eyes out of my grandbabies and me.I pull over to the side of the road right off the main highway and start looking around.Sitting in the passenger seat next to me is the biggest bug I have ever seen.No wonder Collin thought it was a boyd,I mean bird!He looked like he could wrestle me down and steal the car.Have you ever seen that commercial with the bug driving the car.Well, he got in ours after his gig was up.I went into action with Lex as my partner.
“Oh, good night IT is a BUG”I screamed.
“Lexie, get out of the car and open the door.When you do that I will take this book I have and try to swoosh him out.”
Just as we are finishing the debugging of the car I hear something turning the corner and hope it isn’t a large tractor.Oh,no it’s not a tractor—it’s the police.
What does this look like to him? I am sitting in the car and my nine year old granddaughter is outside.Did he think I was trying to get her to change a tire and was going to haul me in? I don’t know.He pulls up beside me and rolls down his window.
“Ma’am,is everything all right?”
“Yes, Officer,we just had a large bug in our car,but it’s OK we got him out.”
Collin is in the back seat eyes as big as half dollars.
“It a boyd!”
The officer starts laughing and says”Well,OK,then ma’am, have a good day”
and off he goes.
My Lexie gets back in the car and we are on our way.She is laughing sooooo hard and I don’t know why.It seems she can’t get the look of my face out of her mind.Every time I think she is done I hear gales of laughing start up again.This makes the little dude laugh and of course you know what it is like when you hear little kids laugh.You just laugh too.
We just found out the meaning of Live Laugh Love.It is a lesson for me.An ordinary day can become an extraordinary adventure when you are with your grandkids.I just never knew that is could come from a police officer and a boyd……………………….