I took five boys (my four plus my nephew, are ya with me?) to one of those bouncy house places. You know, the gigantic padded room where they can literally bounce off the walls for an hour.
Finally, I said, "Haydn, look in the car and see if the keys are in it."
"Yep, mom, they are in the ignition."
"Don't lie to me, Haydn, are the keys in there or not?"
"Yes! Mom, they are right there."
There I was with five kids exhausted from an hour of bouncing and no way to leave.
I herded them all back into the bouncing house place, where the guy behind the desk had a worried look on his face because we were baaaaaaaack, and instructed them all to sit still and not move while I made a phone call, and under no circumstances were they to even think about bouncing on anything.
I called my husband and in a slightly-high-pitched-and-desperate voice commanded him to come rescue me immediately. He didn't have a spare key for my car so would have to drive all the way home to get it and then drive back across town to get us. It would take at least 40 minutes.
Then my phone died.
I started to feel panicked. I couldn't stay at the bouncy place for 40 more minutes because 1.) I couldn't afford it, and 2.) I might lose my mind.
Then I glanced up and out the window and saw the sun shining on a heavenly sign.
Thank you McDonalds for saving us.
I dragged them all over there, got them processed chicken nuggets (all while playing the mini-reel in my head of the pictures I'd seen of what goes INTO chicken nuggets... thanks whoever emailed me that little treasure), caught Rowan squirting ketchup onto the table and licking it off, and then set them all loose on playland.
It was loud. It was hot. I was tired. We were supposed to be meeting friends at a restaurant for a birthday dinner in 30 minutes. I was cranky.
Eventually my husband showed up with the keys and rescued us.
While we were driving away, I hear my little Greyson in the backseat happily chirping away.
"Man, today was AWESOME!! First we went to Grandma's house, then we played Nintendo with Myles, then we went to the bouncy house, then our car broke down, then we got chicken nuggets and playland, and now we're going back to Grandma's house! This is going in my best day ever pile."
Haydn, Mr. Literal, couldn't let that one slide. "You don't have a 'best day ever pile.'"
Greyson: Yes I do! I keep it under my pillow. I'm definitely drawing a picture of this day to put in there.
See, it's all about perspective.