A friend of mine who helped us move brought his two kids along. Ideally we'd have been able to keep them busy, but as I've mentioned before we ended up so far ahead of schedule that by the time people starting showing up to help we were most of the way done.
At the new house my friend's son, who is one of those kids with a lot of unharnessed energy (if you know what I mean) came up to me and proclaimed, "I made a dingy." I wasn't sure what he meant by that. It seemed so random and out of any context. "Do you mean a boat?" It turned out he did mean a boat. He took a piece of cardboard and used a stick for a mast, and set it to sea...
For the next 20 minutes the dad and sister tried to retrieve the lost vessel. It may have been no big deal, but being new to the lake (or pond, whatever it is) I didn't want to show up and in our first day pollute it with a big piece of cardboard.
Finally my brother came to their rescue and got it with a moving strap.
Cade, the kid, who was of course off playing elsewhere five minutes into the rescue operation, exclaimed, "We got the dingy."
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| Rob, broom in hand, tried in vain to retrieve the wayward dingy. |
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