A couple days after Christmas we enjoyed some unseasonably warm weather- we're talking highs in the 40's, the kind of temperatures that pull roller blading mothers and daughters out of doors to take their questionable ability to balance on wheels out to public places, where the promise of being humiliated not just in front of our neighbors, as we're used to, but by scores of strangers, proved too enticing to be ignored. Simply translated: Adelaide and I went to a park. We brought our roller blades.
I kept stumbling and couldn't figure out why things kept getting stuck in my wheels, but as it turned out, it was the outer black layer of the wheels themselves peeling off and exposing the ridged inner white part. My skates were literally falling to pieces around my feet.
Thankfully, a quarter mile walk back to the van in socks really drove that lesson home. Either that, or it was Adelaide cackling as all the international students from Iowa State politely averted their eyes and tried to hide their smiles as we passed them.
Judging by her lack of reaction, I need to be a little more selective about when and how often to employ my special brand of motherly histrionics.
|Adelaide on roller blades, communing with geese.|
My chosen method of revenge was to drag her along to Target to look at their newly-clearanced Christmas decorations. Judging by the amount of feet-dragging she did down those 70% off aisles, my retaliation scored a direct hit.