Little Boys and Their Escapades

The truth is if I wrote about all of Benny’s and Chris’s escapades, it would fill several volumes of many pages! When they were growing up, things were a lot different. The dangers that parents face now were not as prevalent.

We always lived on a farm or large areas of land. When they were about four and five and a half, we lived on the Brunswick Highway next to my daddy’s land. Daddy had farm land and a skating rink/bowling alley on that piece of land. It was called Lake Tuffy’s.

If I wanted to mop my floors and wax them, I had to latch the screen door, or I would have two little munchkins tracking back and forth pulling a wagon and letting the dog in the house. Don’t gasp or think, “Oh, no! She couldn’t have locked them out.” It was perfectly safe, or so I thought!! Our yard was completely fenced in by chain link fencing with a gate that had an alarm on it. Clyde was a deputy sheriff at the time, and he wanted everything to be secure for us.

Well, anyway, on this particular day, I had to get the house in order because my in-loves were coming for a visit. The boys were fed, hydrated, and going out to play. I got busy and mopped the floor and was preparing to wax, when I heard a loud crash coming from the laundry room. I dropped everything and ran to the laundry room. When I opened the door, I nearly fainted!

What a sight met my terrified eyes! Benny was standing on the freezer, and Chris was coming through the broken window! They had shimmied up the television antenna, broken the window, and climbed into the house! After checking them to be sure they didn’t have any injuries, I put them in timeout with the old and familiar warning, “Just wait until your daddy gets home!”

About Hester Guest

I am a retired teacher. I love spending time with my children, grandchildren, and friends. Reading, sewing, and playing games on my computer fill my spare time. Jesus is my Saviour!
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