Knucklehead
I'm bummed the Flip camera isn't being made anymore. One of them sure would have come in handy this past weekend. I missed out on producing the next big viral YouTube video.
After a day full of ball games, me and the man worked in the yard while the boys played outside. It was such a nice day and CTH didn't want to bother changing out of his uniform and cleats. He's got black ball pants this year so that was OK by me. I started to hear grumblings about being hungry so I went inside to order pizza. Ten minutes later I walk outside to grab some money from the hubs and I find him and BBH staring up at the magnolia tree. "Where's Coop?" I ask. CLH looks at me, rolls his eyes and points up. With my head tilted all the back, I can make out some bright yellow at the very top of the 40 foot tree. CTH had wrapped both sets of laces around a branch and tied them together in a knot -- tight.
Me: Why would you do something like that?
CTH: I didn't want to fall out.
Me: Just take your feet out of your shoes.
CTH: I can't, I tied them too tight.
Wonderful. Neither I nor CLH are too concerned -- just a little ticked. It's not going to storm tonight. I guess we'll just leave him there. (This is our conversation on the ground.) This is when BBH jumps in. "I've got my pocket knife. I can cut him out."
Me: You're not climbing the tree with that knife!
BBH: I'll be right back. (He comes back with scissors.)
Me: Are you crazy? You can't climb up there with those. What if you fall and those stick right through your eye?!
BBH: Then how are we going to get him down?
Me: I say just leave him.
BBH: Waaaaaa! We've got to get him down.
Wow, he usually can't stand his brother. So I let him climb up with his closed pocket knife. That doesn't work. Down he comes. Reluctantly, I let him go back up with the pruning shears tucked into his pants. That doesn't work either. (I'm not the most horrible mother -- I make him drop the shears before he climbs back down.)
CLH is watching all this and is pissed -- because he knows what's next. And this is when I need a pocket cam! CLH grabs the pocket knife and starts up the tree.
CTH: Dad, what are you going to do?
CLH: I'm going to saw your leg off.
CTH: Can't you just saw the branch off?
Oh, what a sight! Not that he had any trouble getting up there, it's just not every day you see a nearly 50 year-old man climbing a tree -- and cussing all the way. Classic.
CTH: I didn't want to fall out.
Me: Just take your feet out of your shoes.
CTH: I can't, I tied them too tight.
Wonderful. Neither I nor CLH are too concerned -- just a little ticked. It's not going to storm tonight. I guess we'll just leave him there. (This is our conversation on the ground.) This is when BBH jumps in. "I've got my pocket knife. I can cut him out."
Me: You're not climbing the tree with that knife!
BBH: I'll be right back. (He comes back with scissors.)
Me: Are you crazy? You can't climb up there with those. What if you fall and those stick right through your eye?!
BBH: Then how are we going to get him down?
Me: I say just leave him.
BBH: Waaaaaa! We've got to get him down.
Wow, he usually can't stand his brother. So I let him climb up with his closed pocket knife. That doesn't work. Down he comes. Reluctantly, I let him go back up with the pruning shears tucked into his pants. That doesn't work either. (I'm not the most horrible mother -- I make him drop the shears before he climbs back down.)
CLH is watching all this and is pissed -- because he knows what's next. And this is when I need a pocket cam! CLH grabs the pocket knife and starts up the tree.
CTH: Dad, what are you going to do?
CLH: I'm going to saw your leg off.
CTH: Can't you just saw the branch off?
Oh, what a sight! Not that he had any trouble getting up there, it's just not every day you see a nearly 50 year-old man climbing a tree -- and cussing all the way. Classic.
Not a great picture and not THE tree. These boys have been climbers since they could reach the first branch -- one is in the crook of the tree, the other balancing on twigs.
This was taken about three years ago.
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