Jul 13 2016
A few mornings ago, I got out of bed and found this on the kitchen table:
There was no reason to doubt its legitimacy. I recognized Martin’s handwriting and he was up before me.
Plus, no one has time to pull a prank at that hour.
I surveyed the box — he could’ve weighed down the lid with a bowl or a plate — but the top appeared to be undisturbed….
So I shoved it aside and started packing lunches.
A short while later, the kids emerged. They gobbled down their cereal and carried the box outdoors.
I later learned that Martin discovered the corn snake while mucking stalls. The creature was coiled around the pitchfork handle, attempting an ascent to a bird’s nest.
As punishment, Martin decided that the snake should spend time with the kids. So he placed it where it wouldn’t be missed.
After being stuffed in a shoebox, the snake was less than thrilled to be poked and prodded on the deck.
When Cayden tried to detain him, the snake bit his hand.
So we released the reptile on his own recognizance, and he vanished into the pumpkin patch.
After that we piled into the car, but pulled over within a few miles to watch Pigpen’s odometer hit the 250,000 mark. We shouted out the open windows. I photographed the event.
Hadley thought we should celebrate with ice cream.
From there, it was off to camp.
But not before The Boy shed his braces at the orthodontist’s office.
And all before 9 AM.