Adventure Day, March 2008
Have you pooped in the reeds? My son has. Today was Adventure Day, the day we set aside each month for one-on-one time with our sons. Today I had the first-born of my triplets and we went hiking around the lake. Hence the reeds. He’s three years old and can’t quite strategize his potty breaks. Hence the poop.
We didn’t start out tushie deep in nature, though. Our day actually started at the mall, where I pushed him around in the bus cart that he’d heard about from his brother (see “Adventure Day, January 2008“). After nearly an hour of inspecting the car selection at the toy store, we pulled over for a spot of cocoa (a boy after my own heart!) and then decided to join his brother and Daddy on their jaunt around the lake. He’d been there with Daddy during January’s Adventure Day and wanted to show me the rotted sweatshirt they’d discovered. Yes, rotted sweatshirt. He’s a boy. The sweatshirt had fungi and many holes. He remembered it fondly.
So off to the lake we went. We hiked, we admired rotted clothing, we dug up Airsoft BB’s by the bushel (this boy can find those little colored balls anywhere), and we threw rocks into the lake. We discussed the dangers of discarded fishing lures, the need to tiptoe around caterpillar nests, and disadvantages of swinging sticks we find at the side of the trail. (That last part came after one boy tripped and stabbed the other in the back with a virtual harpoon. Not pretty.) And finally, just when the trail seemed too long for the boys’ tiny legs to endure any longer, Daddy caught a lizard with a lasso fashioned from a weed and we got our second wind, practically skipping to the car with tales of Blue Belly lizards whirling behind us.
Rotted clothing and all, this day was like heaven. I wish I could snap my fingers and make every day Adventure Day.