Here in NC on December 19th it is currently a balmy 70 degrees. This just seems wrong, and a conversation the I had with Sam last night proves my point. Sam and his friend Karen were playing outside last night when he came in to tell me that his football had gotten stuck in a tree (picture a 20 foot evergreen). They have thrown a brick (???) to try to retrieve the football, which had become lodged in the tree as well. Sam got his bat to try to get the football. Two minutes later he is back -"The bat is now stuck in the tree". I give him our paint pole. Two minutes later - "The pole is stuck in the tree." He is now getting his night vision goggles, whatever. Now at this point I should have probably gone out to investigate, but no one was bothering me and they were out of the house, so I left well enough alone. It's not even our tree, it belongs to the house next door, which is for sale. Two minutes later I hear Sam's friend Karen's sweet voice:
Karen: "Mrs. Lockwood"
Me: "Yeah?"
Karen: "Sam is stuck in the tree"
You all saw that coming, didn't you? I went outside to see our new Christmas decoration of a football, a brick, a bat, a paint pole, and my 9 year old son hanging as ornaments on an evergreen tree. Sam compared himself to Rambo, I compared him to Dumbo. We got everything and everyone down, none the worse for wear, just a few scratches. But this is what comes when you mix a warm winter day with a 9 year old boy.
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