Well, I don't have a picture to go with this story. But... I just had to write this down. Today when I went over to grandpa's house to pick up Travis I found him out front with one of his friends. The friend was on his bike and Travis was just walking around visiting. I stopped the car and had this conversation with Travis.
Me: Travis, where is your bike?
Travis: It has a flat tire.
Me: Really? How did that happe... Wait... what happened to your shirt??! (At first glance the middle of his shirt looked faded... he was wearing a plaid button down shirt today for Western day at school.)
Travis: Oh, well that happened when I flipped off of my bike over the handle bars because of that flat tire.
Me: Is that tape?! (Friend gets a big grin on his face and starts to chuckle)
Travis: (huge smile) Yeah, I tried to fix this rip. (giggle, giggle, smile)
Me: (shaking my head) sigh... boys! Gotta love 'em!
Yes, he ran in the house, grabbed some scotch tape and tried to tape up the rip in his shirt. How could I even be the tiniest bit mad?? I smiled and shook my head.
And no, he didn't get hurt. He just has a red mark on his tummy from the fall. Tough kid. I would have been in tears if that had happened to me. Yes, I am a wimp.
Well, I guess I can cross that shirt off my hand- me-down list to Connor!
2 comments:
That's awesome. Although, I'm surprised it was Duct tape... maybe that will be in a few years? ;)
was should be wasn't :)
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