On a lazy Sunday afternoon, husband and I decided to take the sons for a walk. Here is how it went:
"Hey guys! Let's go for a walk!"
"Bleah."
"Aurgh!"
"Do we have to?"
"My head hurts!"
After explaining that it would be a short walk and that they didn't have a choice, we got ready to go. It was about 52, overcast, and a little windy. So, we said, "Socks, shoes, and a sweatshirt."
We gather outside the garage. 2 of them are wearing short sleeves, 1 of them is wearing sandals, and 1 of them is wearing short sleeves AND shorts. Send 2 back inside to get sweatshirts, 1 to put on socks and shoes, and attempt to reason with 3 year old that shorts and a T-shirt is not appropriate attire for 52 and overcast. Oldest son wants to ride Green Machine (funky bike). Ok, fine. Settle for shorts and a sweatshirt on said 3 year old. Shut garage door. Yay we are ready to go!
Get 3 feet down sidewalk and son #3 wants to go back in and get a hat because his head is cold. Son #2 has a headache and is walking veeeeerrrry slowly holding my hand. I ask if wants to go home. He says no and continues on at a snail's pace. Son #3 returns with stocking hat. We shut garage door again. Yay, we are ready to go!
Get 1/2 block from home. Son #3 announces that he has to go to the bathroom and it's #2. Aurgh! Hubby agrees to take him to the bathroom. The rest of us will continue on down the street and they can catch up. Son #1 takes off down the street on his bike with son #4 running after him. Son #2 continues to hobble along saying he feels nauseous, but doesn't want to go home.
Get 1 1/2 blocks from home. Son #4 turns around and starts running down the sidewalk for home announcing he needs his "bike" (AKA red plastic motorcycle). He is too little to go home by himself and get it and Son #2 looks like he is about to fall over. Son #1 is waiting patiently at the end of the block for us. I shout down for him to turn around and for Son #4 to wait since he is running in the opposite direction. Son #1 starts to turn around and then stops. And sits. And sits. I yell (from 1/2 a block away) holding the hand of #2, who is looking worse every second for him to come back to us. He doesn't. Son #4 runs down to him and then back to report that Son #1 is hurt. We walk (very sloooowly) to him and discover that he bashed his shin on the pedal of the bike while turning around. Finally get him turned around and both he and Son #2 announce that if they go home they are not going back out.
1/2 block from home we meet up with husband and Son #3, who has finally finished in the bathroom. He looks disappointed that everyone is coming home, so I tell him we'll walk more after son #4 gets his bike. We all walk back home. Son #4 gets his bike. Husband looks relieved to be off the hook for the walk and takes Sons #1 and #2 inside. We shut the garage door, AGAIN. Yay, we are ready to go!
We make it to our neighbors house and Son #4 announces that his bike is "TOO SMALL!" He jumps off, picks it up and starts to carry it home. Son #3 is about to cry because he thinks he is never going to get to go on a walk. We bring Son #4 and his bike home, and he decides that he is cold (probably because he is wearing SHORTS) and want to go inside. I don't even open the garage door this time. We just leave the bike in front of the garage and let Son #4 in the front door.
And then, finally, Son #3 and I go on a lovely walk.
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