I was standing here at the printer a few minutes ago, printing all sorts of great pages for our nature studies following seasonal migration using the Journey North program. The big kids were all playing outside.
I heard a loud, “READY?” That word struck fear in me. I leaned back to peer around the edge of the cabinet door to see Sparkly in the back yard with the bow and arrow (this is Sweet Pea’s plastic bow and arrow set strung with yarn, but it does fly quite a distance…) pointed skyward towards our house.
**Great balls of fire…**
I started moving quickly to the window hearing Sweet Pea and Peanut loudly announce their readiness from the front yard…moving more swiftly now dodging toys and the baby…
TWANNNNNGGGGGGG….the arrow was launched over our house just in time for me to get to the window and sternly reprove my son. He tried to seem remorseful, but he couldn’t hide his grin of delight. He ran around the house as I ran to the front window.
I’m relieved to see that Sweet Pea and Peanut are standing well clear of the potential landing zone as visions of an arrow protruding from the roof of our house are now racing through my head.
The arrow sailed completely (thanks be to God) over our house and landed almost by the road next to the mailbox, point down in the front yard. I allow myself to breathe again as no one is hurt. The 12 year old and the 4 year old are dancing gleefully and congratulating their brother for such a hearty shot across the bow.
Sparkly communicates to his brother and sister that this will be the only attempt to launch the arrow over the house and points to me looking extremely distressed and most seriously displeased.
Mental note: perhaps it is time again to discuss safety measures and exercising good judgment with outdoor equipment…and to resolve to use that bottle of hair color to cover up the 50 new gray hairs I now have!