Oh, To Be A BOY!

It's been cold here. Very Cold.
So cold in fact, that we have been stuck inside way too long.
That is hard, especially when your a little boy and Santa Claus left you a razor scooter. It gets harder when you have a beautiful, clean, razor scooter and your mom wont let you ride it up and down the hall. How rude!
It gets harder when you've promised to watch out for baby fingers, but Mom still says no.

Being the mother and not wanting to deflate my boys lives too much, I had a brilliant idea.
May be we could get all bundled up and ride the scooters in the church gym.
They were sold.
Then we realized Dad had the church keys with him.
The boys were bound and determined to still go to the church.
So we bundled up really good, loaded the scooters in the trunk, and drove to the church.
Yes, of course, the doors were locked.
But, the boys kept telling me it really wasn't that cold outside. And furthermore, look at all that parking lot space.
So they rode their scooters outside, and mom and the baby stayed in the car.

Then Mom looked in the rear view mirror and saw two little bums.
Yes, her darlings were relieving themselves outside.
Did I mention our church house is on the corner between two very busy streets.
Did I mention that these boys chose to stand on the tallest mound, far away from the shelter of a tree, or cover of a bush.
Is it too sacrilegious to mention here that a "Bum on a Hill cannot be Hid."
Should I also mention that we were the only car in the parking lot and I couldn't pretend, just for a tiny moment, that these children belonged to someone else.
Hmm, To relieve oneself (we call this shooting a rock) outside is one thing.
To do it on church property is another.

It took me right back to a memory of my eldest doing this exact same thing one Sunday. Yep, this happened right outside the Stake Center, right after Stake Conference. I think the only one to really see was the Stake President. He has since been released and has moved to another state so things are OK.

Well, lets just say I think two little bums were a little cold. But then again maybe they weren't because they kept right on riding like nothing out of the ordinary just occurred
And then we we had that little chat (because you always have a little chat after things like this).
They promised they would try hard to remember not to do what they did again.
Then we loaded ourselves into the marked vehicle, and the boys were happily reminiscing to each other about all the cool moves they did.
And then they said, "Thanks Mom, this was awesome!"
And then my heart smiled real big, and I was once again so grateful these hoodlums were mine.