It never fails.
If I start to wonder what on earth I’m going to post for True Story Tuesday this week… it’s like inviting the universe to play Candid Camera with me.
And it cracks me up that an entire series of minor details can combine perfectly to create the ultimate embarrassing moment.
TIMING IS EVERYTHING
There’s a cute little fair that arrives every year during spring break. It is insanely overpriced and you have to catch the rides in between rain showers.
(cue photo of happy kiddo badly in need of a haircut)
We were having a blast.
Two of us were having a blast.
Mr. Daddy was just along for the
“you can’t make me go on any” ride.
But he forgot one thing about me:
And after he adamantly refused for the 243rd time…
They pushed off, and then things went suddenly wrong.
Somehow Itty Bit’s burlap sack stayed behind, while his little butt took to the road.
Mr. Daddy lost his grip on the poor kid, who slid sideways, then finally righted himself.
Mr. Daddy tried valiantly to slow himself, but poor Itty Bit had come nearly to a stop on the slide. His little tush was warming up without a cushion, and he paddled to try to finish his ride down.
Ohmygosh I love that kid.
And this has very little to do with the story except that his was rubbing his poor little warm tush for several minutes afterward.
Which was then promptly dunked into a seat full of rainwater on the bumper cars.
He protested mightily and I nearly hauled him off the ride when he refused to sit.
After making sure to aim for the people who cut in front of us in line (poetic justic, no?) I realized that Itty Bit had been doing a bit of trash
talking facing. Seriously kid?
We got off the ride and wound up with this. Thank you very much Mr. Daddy for ensuring that this was captured for posterity. Nothing if not helpful.
I know, I know… where’s the REAL embarrassing part, right?
Oh trust me, this was all just setting the scene.
The rains hit and we headed home to dry out.
I busied myself with some laundry and my father-in-law stopped by for a bit.
Remember them? The original Leave It to Beaver family?
The closest he has ever come to cussing was to say MOPHER when he started to say mole and gopher at the same time And she irons her jeans (and I suspect her kitchen towels). They are the classic good couple and I love ‘em to pieces.
And on this particular day? Being able to hear would have come in handy.
See, I was completely unaware that Dear Father-In-Law was standing in my kitchen.
Completely unaware as I did the laundry, passing back and forth at the doorway.
With my pants in the dryer.
(he hasn’t stopped by since)
We can’t be the only one with these kind of crazy moments? Link up your amazing, hilarious, miraculous, outrageous, and true story below and well be around for some comment love!