Flashback to my childhood...

When I was a kid and we lived in Northern Virginia, we had a house with stairs. My parents had this big black tub that they put shoes in and slid under the bed. Whenever they would leave, my brothers and I would dump out the shoes and ride it down the stairs. It was seriously so fun! Once that got boring, we would ride our sleeping bags down the stairs...it was a little more painful, but way more fun. Once that got boring, we would ride the sleeping bags down the stairs head first...don't know why that was a good idea, but it was exhilarating!!! I don't know if my parents ever had a clue that that is what we did while they were gone.

Now that I am an adult, I realize just how S-T-U-P-I-D that was. (I have to spell things out these days so my kids don't know what I'm saying, and it just seemed fitting to spell it here too.) Any one of us could have broken a bone or gotten a concussion or worse! Luckily, none of us were ever seriously hurt. Why is this a flashback you ask?

Because. My kids were running around the house being wild and crazy. Clay is still not feeling that great, and he is finally sleeping. The bigger kids wouldn't stop yelling and running, so I told the kids to go be crazy in the basement. They went downstairs no problem. About 20 minutes later I hear this thump-thump-thump and major laughing/squealing. I opened the door and what did I see? My kids were taking turns riding a couch cushion down the stairs.

We had to have one of those talks...you know what I'm talking about. The "I know that's really fun, but it is also dangerous" talks. They listened, and for now have decided that they shouldn't ride the cushions down the stairs anymore...we will see how long that lasts.