Taking part in Mama Kat's (pretty much world famous) Writer's Workshop.
My writing prompt: A Time Somebody Got Stuck.
Every once in a while, on our drive home, my 15 yrs. old will let out a heavy sigh and say "Oh man". She does this at a certain location on our drive, a very specific spot, that will go down in our family history as one of the craziest experiences we've had. Ah, my young Katie, the days were never dull with you!
*wavy memory hands* wavy memory hands*
It didn't take long for Katie to get herself into a situation while we were playing in the park . You see Katie has always been tall for her age and she isn't always cool with it, especially not at 7 years old. So while I was playing with Lily, her 4 year old sister, Katie was trying to fit herself into a toddler swing. A small, rubber-bucket-with-leg-holes-just-right-for-a-7-month-old-NOT-a-7-year-old. (*Inner thoughts; "Did mom tell me no? Um, yeah, probably. She does that a lot. But I wanna do this so... yeah, let's do this!*)
I hear "Mom! Help! I can't get my legs out!!!" I turn to see my girl trying desperately to lift herself from the rubber diaper. When I get a closer look I see that her little legs are in those sockets good and tight. I try to lift her but it doesn't work. She's in pain and I'm trying not to panic.
For some reason, I don't know why, I called my husband at work. As if he had some magic potion to fix this. (This was in the days before iPhones, maybe they have an app for it now.) I think I just wanted him to be a part of this crazy situation too so he got in his car and arrived at the park with a screwdriver. (Male thought process: "A tool. Something is stuck, I must bring a tool!" I don't know.)
Rob can't get her out of the swing either. He concludes her ultra light weight cotton pants are putting enormous pressure on the situation so he has Katie tuck them up as high as she can on her leg. Now we really see her legs and how they are swelling. Time to call 911.
When the first fire truck (did you catch that? First truck) arrives they stifle their laughter at the sweet little girl who appears to be wearing a large rubber diaper while being suspended from heavy metal chains. While doing our best to keep Katie calm and her mind on all of her favorite things, we notice her little sister has discovered a new game; rolling around in a pile of dry leaves then picking every last bit of debris from her fleece coat. Hours of fun for this little girl! I thank God every day for her easy going ways and tolerance for lack of attention.
The first fire truck doesn't have the right tools and neither does the second fire truck. When the 3rd fire truck arrives the local college track team joins the party and gets into a stretching session at the park. Cars have started to slow down, some park, and the crowd grows. Oh good! An audience!
Katie was cut down from the swing and carried to a bench. She seemed to resign herself to her situation and folds her arms leisurely behind her head and did some cloud watching. While a team of Fire Fighters scratched their heads and tried to come up with a plan my Katie was trying to find shapes in clouds and my Lily was on her 8th round of rolling in the leaves. This was not my best day as a Mom.
With snips of a bolt cutter, and lots of salve applied to her legs, the swing finally released it's grip. The Captain in charge handed us the mangled rubber swing and said "Do you want to keep this?" For some strange reason we did. We needed physical proof of what brought 3 teams of Fire Fighters to their knees and 1 family a story that will go down in our history.
So, how about you? Any fun times at the park? :->
If you participate in Mama's Kat's (pretty much world famous) Writer's Workshop let me know!
My writing prompt: A Time Somebody Got Stuck.
Every once in a while, on our drive home, my 15 yrs. old will let out a heavy sigh and say "Oh man". She does this at a certain location on our drive, a very specific spot, that will go down in our family history as one of the craziest experiences we've had. Ah, my young Katie, the days were never dull with you!
*wavy memory hands* wavy memory hands*
It didn't take long for Katie to get herself into a situation while we were playing in the park . You see Katie has always been tall for her age and she isn't always cool with it, especially not at 7 years old. So while I was playing with Lily, her 4 year old sister, Katie was trying to fit herself into a toddler swing. A small, rubber-bucket-with-leg-holes-just-right-for-a-7-month-old-NOT-a-7-year-old. (*Inner thoughts; "Did mom tell me no? Um, yeah, probably. She does that a lot. But I wanna do this so... yeah, let's do this!*)
I hear "Mom! Help! I can't get my legs out!!!" I turn to see my girl trying desperately to lift herself from the rubber diaper. When I get a closer look I see that her little legs are in those sockets good and tight. I try to lift her but it doesn't work. She's in pain and I'm trying not to panic.
For some reason, I don't know why, I called my husband at work. As if he had some magic potion to fix this. (This was in the days before iPhones, maybe they have an app for it now.) I think I just wanted him to be a part of this crazy situation too so he got in his car and arrived at the park with a screwdriver. (Male thought process: "A tool. Something is stuck, I must bring a tool!" I don't know.)
Rob can't get her out of the swing either. He concludes her ultra light weight cotton pants are putting enormous pressure on the situation so he has Katie tuck them up as high as she can on her leg. Now we really see her legs and how they are swelling. Time to call 911.
When the first fire truck (did you catch that? First truck) arrives they stifle their laughter at the sweet little girl who appears to be wearing a large rubber diaper while being suspended from heavy metal chains. While doing our best to keep Katie calm and her mind on all of her favorite things, we notice her little sister has discovered a new game; rolling around in a pile of dry leaves then picking every last bit of debris from her fleece coat. Hours of fun for this little girl! I thank God every day for her easy going ways and tolerance for lack of attention.
The first fire truck doesn't have the right tools and neither does the second fire truck. When the 3rd fire truck arrives the local college track team joins the party and gets into a stretching session at the park. Cars have started to slow down, some park, and the crowd grows. Oh good! An audience!
Katie was cut down from the swing and carried to a bench. She seemed to resign herself to her situation and folds her arms leisurely behind her head and did some cloud watching. While a team of Fire Fighters scratched their heads and tried to come up with a plan my Katie was trying to find shapes in clouds and my Lily was on her 8th round of rolling in the leaves. This was not my best day as a Mom.
With snips of a bolt cutter, and lots of salve applied to her legs, the swing finally released it's grip. The Captain in charge handed us the mangled rubber swing and said "Do you want to keep this?" For some strange reason we did. We needed physical proof of what brought 3 teams of Fire Fighters to their knees and 1 family a story that will go down in our history.
So, how about you? Any fun times at the park? :->
If you participate in Mama's Kat's (pretty much world famous) Writer's Workshop let me know!