After several hours of losing the kids at various rides and enduring epic amounts of complaining, I had reached my limit. My nerves were shot. My money was gone. And my fuse was lit. So when Danny started playing with a Hexbug (mechanized toy bug) in the backseat as I drove to collect Joey, the buzzing toy reverberated through my very soul.
Me: Daniel, turn that thing off. NOW.
Fifteen seconds later, the buzzing started up again. Before Danny could say a word, my super-hero-like elastic arms reached behind me, grabbed the offending toy and swiftly threw it out the window before Danny knew what happened.
Me: I told you to keep that OFF.
Dan: But that was JACK'S Hexbug.
Hours after picking up Joey from my mom's house, I found myself on a dark Chicago street scouring the area to atone for my impulsive decision. All three boys slept soundly in the minivan as I searched endlessly for the dumb thing.
And wouldn't you know? Good as new. Well almost:
|And all is right with the world.|
Moral of the Story: Take calculated risks. That is quite different from being rash. (George S. Patton)