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Our Trash Disposal Trip

Today was vacation with Mom and Grandma, as Dad was busy at a young people’s camp and I’m not yet old enough to go. Grandpa and my uncle were home doing some renovating work on the farm house that’s totally old fashioned and rustic. Everything was like really really old, like hundreds and hundreds of years old. I could tell by the amount of cobwebs there was all over the place.

Anyway, I think Mom had enough of the cobwebs so she and Grandma decided to take us out for a drive, or maybe more like a shopping trip as we had to stock up our fridge with something for this week we would spend together at the farm.

First we had some garbage to dispose of, you know the sorting type of garbage: paper, plastic and glass type. So we drove to the next little tiny town to get to it. This place is full of tiny cute towns, surrounded by mountains and forests, really beautiful. That’s where our farm is located too. So out of the car we went to stretch our legs and sort out the trash. Our next stop was the shop. After driving on some country roads, we reached the highway, where we could drive a little faster. Suddenly I yell out to Mom, “The back door is open!” But Grandma was sure she closed it and Mom was sure that Grandma wouldn’t have forgotten to close it. How ridiculous it would have been, to be driving on the highway with the boot wide open.

But…. It was left open! With a gasp or horror, Mom was embarrassed to the utmost. She quickly slowed down a bit in case something would fall out of the back. Nothing much in there but maybe some empty shopping bags and, well, Grandpa’s beloved trumpet that he forgot in the boot from the other day.

Five more minutes passed and we finally found a spot to stop the car and close the boot. That was a close call. I’m sure I’ll never forget to do that when I start driving. I can learn from the mistakes of others and that’s part of growing up, isn’t it? But most of all, we had a good laugh, all the way home. But wait till Grandpa and Uncle heard about it! I’ll leave it to your imagination! (laugh, laugh)

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F.U.N night

More here about our family night activities, because it’s the best thing of all! Some of our favorite activities so far have been: Crazy relays by Dad, a food hike by Mom (I’ll tell you more about that one later.) My balloon and drawing activities. We tell or read jokes, share real life stories in a made up sheet tent, we had trampoline games outdoors, picnic in nature, treasure hunts, hide and seek around the house, cooking contest (Mom did that one so that she didn’t have to come up with a snack beforehand. Kind of cheating in my opinion), a walk to the store to choose our dessert together. Not a good idea because we couldn’t make up our mind on which ice-cream flavor to get. (It was my idea, heehee.) Board games, trying out Dad and Mom’s made-up games that sometimes work and sometimes don’t. We kind of help out with suggestions sometimes. I guess that could mean we create games together during our activity nights. And then we even have Brother’s games that always include some type of music or song writing, anything as long as there’s some music playing in the background or the game includes music somehow.

Oh boy, the list could get quite a bit longer but anyway, you get the idea. To sum it all up in one word it’s FUN!!! Family-United-Night! Or as I like to say “Family-Upside down-Night” because that’s when our other side comes out, our kind of crazy and silly side, really fun side. Especially Mom, you’d never guess she could make a silly face or dance like a duck. Dad at least sneaks out a little of that side once in a while when he has Daddy time with us. And the funniest is when Dad puts on an accent from another country and makes us all roll on the floor. Mom sometimes ends up in tears, from laughing so hard. We had to close the curtains the last time we did that, as some neighbor looking in would not understand what was going on. He might have thought we were meant to be in a crazy house or something.