Interstate Truckers / Lake

Saturday morning Jacob and I walked to get donuts and brought them back to the rest of the family. It was a good 2 mile walk.

We ate and then headed to the lake and were joined by the Clouser Klan. We had a mini weekend filled with fishing, swimming, and games. The Clouser kids arrived with no clothes, swim suits, etc. We put Alexis and Ethan in Adam's great looking 80's neon shorts* (Pict). Alexis also got a swim shirt from one of our boys to complete her Neon green / pink / black ensemble. It all worked out great, no money was spent.

Sunday afternoon we decided to head back home. After we get close to the interstate, the boys requested MORE snacks, so we pull off the road I get the snacks out of the back of the car. Adam wanted a coke too. Well, we only had the antique bottled cokes...and I usually have a bottle opener attached to the picnic tote I carry around, but of course I wasn't prepared (SHOCKER- I know). We were both looking around for something to open the bottle with so I handed him the charcoal starter. It's a large round metal thing used to start coals without using lighter fluid. It worked but also broke the top of the bottle.

Back in the car and down the road LITERALLY 5 feet and I make him pull off the road again. His hand is bleeding. He must have gotten glass in it from the bottle breaking. Adam puts the car in park and sits there I get out of the car go around to the back...AND...of course the medical kit is in the very bottom and the furthest away from me. So my rear end is sticking up in the air and I scream at Adam, "Please come over here and stand behind me to hide my big tuckus". He laughs and obliges. Just about that time a big rig pulls up behind our car about 40 feet away. My butt is still in the air, sticking out of the suburban and Kobie says, "mom the trucker pulled over to watch the show". SERIOUSLY!!!

I didn't react or say anything. I got Adam patched up and shut the doors. I dare not to turn around and face the trucker. We got in the car Adam and I looking at each other in shock that our sweet child would say such a thing. I then asked him after I got back in the car and settled, "What kind of show would he be watching", Kobie said, "your booty show". Goodness gracious...

We finally got onto the interstate and Adam was trying to teach the kids how to pull your arm and the truckers would pull their horns. The boys didn't believe us they kept trying, but the tint was too dark. So I looked at Adam and put my arm up to the window and they saw me and tooted their horn. The boys giggled with delight. It is a LOT of FUN teaching the boys interesting things that we take for granted. Even a trucker pulling his horn can be entertainment.