Fit To Be Tied

I'm "fit to be tied."

But don't worry. I'm not angry. I'm speakin' literal here.

The boys have a new favorite game to play outside.

It's called "Dad-E, tie us to the stop sign with a jump rope so we can pretend to be Harry Houdini.”

I’m not sure where they got this idea. An old Road Runner cartoon where he gets tied down to the railroad track, only to escape at the last minute?

Either way, seems like we hardly step outside and there are cries for “Dad-E, tie us with the jump rope?”

I prefer to call it an exercise in futility.

Because let’s face it, you can spend 20 minutes trying to tie with a jump rope, and boys can escape in under 20 seconds.

And what makes the game even more fun is that while I’m trying to tie two boys to a stop sign with a jump rope, Bab-E Brother is playing his own game of “roll the ball down the driveway and make Dad-E go chase after it.”

Dad-E then throws the ball as far as he can, so that he has more time to tie the older boys with the jump rope, while Bab-E Brother plays fetch.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

I’m sure the neighbors enjoyed the show.

But don’t worry, we figured out how to make the game more interesting.

It’s called, “Watch the cop car drive by while you’re tying your children to a stop sign with a jump rope.”

Now that was fun.

Fortunately, he didn’t notice us, or he realized the innocence of our game in broad daylight.

So much for a simple game of jump rope.

Have a good week,
Busy-Dad-E