Storms, and little boys

We’ve had some really rough storms this weekend/week. Winds of up to 85 miles per hour, with power outages and trees blown down. I’m thankful that we are all safe.

Yesterday was rain, today, more snow… I’ll take the rain, thank you very much!

 

My girls love the snow. I’m OK with it, unless I have to drive in it.

 

I’ve found the cats aren’t too fond of it either. Out of the 12 I feed. Only 1 likes being outside in the winter. Most of the others go outside during the day, but come nightfall, I have them all waiting at the door.

Sleeping with 6 or more cats on the bed is an interesting experience. They seem to all have a small portion of my bed that’s their area, and the others aren’t allowed to cross that imaginary line.

One night I dreamed I was Gulliver all pinned down by the little people…. lol

 

The other night I worked the concession stand at the high school. Parents volunteer to run it while the games are going. It’s fun and you get to see what your child is like around his/her peers.

 

There was a little boy, 4yrs old, red haired, who had been hanging around for awhile. I asked if he was lost. He told me he was looking for his Dad.

He didn’t seem to be concerned at all, just that he was looking for his Dad.

He could answer all my questions as to his full name, his Dad’s name, how old he was, etc.

He eventually found his way into the concession stand, and I decided to take him to find his Dad.

We got to the entrance of the gym and a boy of 12 or so, says, "OH I know who he is!"

He knew where the boy’s Dad was too. So, off they went.

 

I went back to making popcorn…

 

About 20 minutes later, I look out the window and who do I see? Lil Mr. Christian, back again. His father had given him a Dr. Pepper and he wanted me to see it. He then makes his way into the booth and tells me that he’s going to "help me."

 

I told him that if he was my lil boy, he would be in big trouble. That his Mom was probably really worried about where he was.

"My Mom’s not here." (Ahhhh that explains a lot!)

 

I told him that he needed to go back to the gym and sit with his Dad. "I don’t need to!"
"Yes, you do!" "No, I don’t."  "I’m gonna help you." (Oh joy)

 

Part of me is thinking that this boy is a mother’s nightmare. I could have easily kidnapped him.

The other part of me is thinking, gone are the days of my kids wanting to actually help do work, or housework.

 

Maybe I should invest in a popcorn machine?

 

(Sigh) It’s snowing again. I guess I better get going. I have to drive to Boise, and it’s gonna be a looong day. BIG HUGS, Steph