I was in Walmart yesterday and my family was waiting in the van. I was looking for a pretty specific yarn that I have been having trouble finding recently. Brady texted at one point and asked if it was going well. I said it was and that I was finding some alternatives. I asked him if it was going ok in the van, and he said it was. And then he sent this picture.
I responded with something along the lines of “It seems like it isn’t…” He told me everything was under control and already over, and that it was a good story. But as you might imagine, I didn’t exactly drag my feet exiting Walmart to rejoin my family.
I opened the back of the van to put my purchases in, and immediately Laela piped up.
“Something bad happened!”
Every parents favorite sentence. I told her I’d be inside in just a second to hear about it.
And this is what happened
The whole point of the trip to Saskatoon was a change of scenery. No one went in anywhere except me. The kids were going to stay in the van, so they all just wore jammies, most of which were onesies. While they waited, they were playing. Kicked off seat belts. Music was going. Everyone was being silly. All was well. And Laela and Rowan began “being potatoes,” which apparently means they put their arms and legs into their onesies and just sat in a ball. Get it? They were potatoes. At one point, the Morsel dropped their toy – a pop-it. And without hesitation, Rowan got down to grab it.
However. Rowan was a potato.
So by “got down” I mean that Rowan dive bombed the floor of the van and landed square on his face.
Ok so nothing about this is funny. Not yet, anyway. Just a second.
So he was on the ground, absolutely screaming. Screaming to a degree that he sent the entire group into hysterics. Everyone was in total panic. When he started actually saying words, Rowan was screaming: “THERE’S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!!!” He couldn’t verbalize what had happened, and he refused to get up. When asked, he offered up the kicker.
“I AM A POTATO!!!”
*sigh*
😅
Part of me was sad that I wasn’t there when it happened, but actually, I think its great that I wasn’t. For me, anyway. Sucks to be Brady 😬 But it was definitely nicer for me to come back to the group when it was already over and was funny.
As of this morning, Ro is left with a gash on his lip, and the bridge of his nose is pretty swollen. But he’s in good spirits, and thinks the whole thing is totally hilarious.
And because he insists, I present to you 🙌 the potato itself.
…perhaps slightly more mashed that it needs to be, but a potato nonetheless. Who doesn’t love mashed potatoes?
🥔