Most of us Saskatchewanians woke up to snow yesterday morning. My son looked out his window and hollered, "It's Christmas and we forgot to buy presents!" I am still chuckling. Note to self; next year, don't relate snow to Christmas, way too confusing for small children.
I was able to keep him from adventuring into the backyard until just after lunch today. He is always given detailed instructions to remain in the backyard, stay out of the wood pile, return my shovel to where he got it from, no throwing snow at the back door and stay in the backyard; repeat stay in the backyard. Needless to say, he does not follow directions well.
He was out there for almost an hour. He made a race track, a snow monster, snow angels, cleaned off the deck, raided the wood pile, buried my snow shovel and was caught red handed out of the backyard.
I check on him at 5 minute intervals, but I need to install one of those electric shock fences for dogs to keep him in the back yard. He was caught in the back of his dad's "special" truck that sits in our driveway. Instead of getting out of it over the tailgate, he thought he should get out the same way he got in. Over the cab, across the sunroof, down the windshield, across the hood and climb down the pallet leaning against the front grill.
A few lessons were learned today. You cannot hide the evidence of your miss doings when there is fresh snow. Going back the same way you came is not always the smart way out of a sticky situation. Curran needs his own shovel to lose in the snow and a Curran proof latch needs installed on the back gate.
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