I planned and executed a pre-teen trip to Heath Water Park this past Sunday. The planning was not too strenuous although driving down and back was. During this trip is when I realized that the truly crazy people are the ones are the ones closest to you. I had just over 3 hours to figure this out—1.5 hrs down and 1.5 hours home.
This is how I know:
Before we had driven 10 minutes, my co-chaperon received a call on her cell phone from her sister.
Sister: I can’t get the DVD player to work. What channel does the TV need to be on to watch a DVD?
Chaperone: 3.
Sister: It’s on 3 but nothing is happening.
Chaperone: Is the DVD in?
Sister: I’m not stupid.
Chaperone: Is the DVD player on?
Sister: Oh.
Tod, Randy, and Woodie were sitting in the first passenger seat of the 15 passenger van. Their first conversation went a little like this. . . .
Randy: Don’t! The water bottle isn’t all the way closed.
Woodie: Then close it.
Tod: Yeah, close it.
Me: Hey! I don’t want any crumbs, water, or trash in this van or I will skin you all! (pause) Did you hear what I said Tod?
Tod: Yeah. (pouting) Don’t drink any water.
Halfway through the trip to the water park, the other chaperone voices the idea to play “I spy.” The boys, all of the boys rode with us, thought this was a great idea. I did too, until . . .
Zeek: I spy something pink.
Woodie: Her shirt.
Zeek: No
Tod: The stuff up there.
Zeek: No
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The guesses get more wild and stupid.
Zeek: No. It’s inside and outside.
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Again, the guesses get wilder.
Zeek: It’s Bree’s shirt.
(Side note: no one had on a pink shirt.)
Randy: How can it be inside and outside then?
Zeek: Well it’s outside this van and inside the other one.
We drove from the Sugarcreek area to 77 South. Before we were on the highway Kristin began asking if we were almost there.
Me: Bristol, if you sit up at the end of the slide your face won’t go under the water.
Bristol: Ok.
As Bristol slides toward the water, at the last moment she leans forward. “What happens” you ask? She falls face first into the pool.
She then proceeded to repeat this confounded action for the last 2 hours we were still at the park.
Back in the van.
Me: Oh look! There’s a smart car. I would like to have one of those.
Kristin: How do you know if it’s a fart car?
It is amazing that God created all of these kids—there were 12 pre-teens all together—with unique voices and humor levels. Some of the kids didn’t say things that were silly, but they sure did act them out. And most of all, these kids were able to enjoy being outside with friends. Thank God that we were able to spend some time together before school started and just relax without parents.
These conversations are not verbatim. I cannot remember them that well.
All the names of the pre-teens have been changed.