So the other day, my sister Missy gave James Clark a bubble gun that she got at Crackle Barrel. They have such great stuff there. If you have not been there in awhile you should go. I think that I am going to go do some Easter shopping at Cracker Barrel for James Clark's Easter Basket.
He has had so much fun playing all over the yard and down the street with this battery operated bubble gun. He loves that it is clear and has lights so he can see all of the moving parts. James Clark was leaving a bubble trail all down the road and when we made it to the bottom of the hill he wanted to step up onto the drain cover on the side of the road. We have done this so many times before I had no idea that my heart was about to sink. I hear the bubble gun bounce onto the pavement and down into the drain. My heart sank. So I take James Clark back home to Jeff because I was upset and mad all at the same time and afraid that if I tried to get the bubble gun out with him with me it could be dangerous. I would not be able to watch him and possibly get down in the drain to get the bubble gun. I know what you are thinking. It is just a bubble gun, but he had only had it for less than 24 hours and my sister gave it to him. I am very sentimental about those kind of things. I think that I was more mad at myself. How could I be so brainless to not think about the fact that the bubble gun could fall into the drain when I helped him up onto the top of the storm drain. Then I went back down the hill almost in tears (I know silly) trying to prepare myself for trying to fit into this drain knowing that I really did not want to get in there. Who knows what could be down there and how deep it was. I think I was preparing for the worst. I knelt down and thankfully I could see it, but I could not reach it. I found a stick and of course it was not long enough to reach it. So I sat there in tears not knowing how in the world I was going to get this bubble gun out of the drain. Then I heard someone say "can I help you with anything". All week we have had a tree company in the neighborhood cutting trees on the power lines. I told the nice man that my son had dropped his bubble gun down into the drain. I know I looked so silly crying about this gun, but he went and got one of the long tools that they were using to cut the trees and fished the bubble gun out of the drain. I thanked him and felt so relieved that he helped me because I really did not know what I was going to do. I know that I looked totally stupid, but I don't care because James Clark has his bubble gun back and is enjoying it immensely. And that is work looking stupid a million times over.
Then just a few days later James Clark dropped the bubble gun in a barrel of water! It's just the way things go.
This is from February of 2011.
