Last Christmas my youngest son received a remote controlled drone. It was a nice drone. So nice, in fact, that it required 10 AA batteries. Four batteries went into the drone itself and six went into the remote.
Christmas was really good to my boy and it was a week or so before he got around to playing with the new flying contraption. The thing is, he decided to play with the drone in my absence. Hubby was “watching”
our two boys and my 5 year-old nephew when they opened the drone and its parts. After the surprise hurricane of packaging and instructions, the boys enlisted hubby to help with the batteries and directions. Taking his dad duties very seriously, my husband coached the boys on how to insert batteries the correct way and made valiant attempts to read the directions as they flew the drone crazily INSIDE
After a “crash course” in drone flying, hubby and the three aspiring pilots took the flying terror outside. It was a clear and fairly warm day for late December so take off was a go. The drone proved difficult to control for the little hands of the the boys, and my husband was forced to keep a vigilant eye on their piloting. After a bit, they were cold and chose to come inside. The drone was left on the kitchen counter and the boys dispersed to reek havoc on another part of the house.
A short time later, my husband took a phone call in our home office and the drone took an unsupervised flight compliments of my nephew.
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Adventures with my Children…Where did they go? via Daily Prompt: Blindly
At 2:06 p.m. on Saturday I called my neighbor Lisa.
The call went something like this:
Me: Lisa, are you home?
Lisa: Yes, what’s up?
Me: I can’t find my kids. Did they make it up the creek behind your house?
Lisa: Oh no. I haven’t seen them.
Me: I have been looking for about half an hour. They don’t answer when I call for them. I can’t even find the dog.
Lisa: Okay, I will go… (phone goes dead)
Me: (insert four letter word that starts with “d”) Continue reading “Adventures with my Children…Where did they go?”
Who is bawling?
via Daily Prompt: Panic
Even though humans have a hard time telling which calf belongs to what cow, those mama cows know their babies. Their cries are distinctive.
This mama had been grazing calmly and slowly, making her way across the pasture, when the first cry of a calf near the woods rang out. She stopped, lifted her head, and gazed in the direction of the cry.
After a few more pleading sounds were heard, she put her head back down and went back to foraging for the best grass. Off in the distance, you could hear the desperate call of another mama. That call was no different to me from any other cow, but I guarantee that crying calf knew who was making that racket.
A short time later both moos stopped, and I was assured that the lost calf had found its mother.
We, human parents, are no different. When our child laughs or cries on the playground, we know who it is that made those sounds. I can tell exactly which of my children is in the snack cabinet by the noises that come from the kitchen. I know which of my kiddos has just come into the house by the sound of their steps and how the door shuts (or slams in some cases). Our ears are trained to know when our loved ones are calling out for us. It is a very sensitive thing. Continue reading “Who is bawling?”