‘Calamity Jane has anger issues’
According to my eldest cub.
‘She nearly shot someone in the cheek!’
I couldn’t disagree.
It had always been a favourite film of mine having had it forced upon me as a child by my parents. As such, when she came home singing about The Deadwood Stage, I gladly joined in.
She was surprised and happy, so all three of us had a singsong comprising of the words that we could remember.
We were even more surprised to find that in packing their bag for the week, their mum had included a DVD of the movie, still in the wrapper. On it went.
It had been a pretty uneventful day thus far and I was feeling sluggish as a result of an 05:45 start courtesy of my youngest.
During the week of half term, I had planned to alternate a day at home and a day out somewhere just to keep things balanced. A mix up earlier this month by the authorities had left me with bingo cash for the remainder of the month. I’d known things were going to be tight so I’d planned some cheap and cheerful activities to fill out time.
First things first, we indulged in a bit of housekeeping. During home day yesterday, the youngest cub decided to investigate and distribute a pack of loom bands around his sister’s room.
I don’t recall how much I paid for the pack of loom bands, but there seem to be roughly 4.5 million on the floor so I guess I got good value for money.
Luckily, she had the great idea of using the vacuum cleaner, once the cylinder was emptied so it actually became a non-issue.
Out of all the plans I’d had in my head today, we opted for the park in our old village. It’s a firm favourite and never disappoints.
The eldest clambered aboard her favourite apparatus; the death slide. The youngest watched as she whizzed past, whooping with joy.
He wanted some of the action.
They decided to both get on.
Initially, they asked me for help; but as I’m keen for them to develop independence, I told them to figure it out. I find that the rewards that come with hard work are so much sweeter and I hope to evolve that in them too.
Both on, they had their first slide. Judging by the screams, it was everything they’d hoped for.
They sprinted back to the launch for round two. Their arrangement looked a little precarious but not wanting to be a helicopter parent, I stood back. The ground was covered in lovely, soft wood chips and pine so they wouldn’t come to harm even if they did have a spill.
Then, as with most human endeavour, confidence outweighed competence. Hands were coming off the slide in motion to wave in joy.
As they hit the stop, the halted motion whilst dampened, was enough to eject both passengers inverted.
She landed across her shoulders and neck; he, on top of her, landing on his face. Cue tears.
And mild concussion.
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