I forgot to mention as an addendum to the swimming coolness the other night--I was boxed in, so figured I'd take a short cut across a field back to the main driveway.
Uh, forgot to factor in the snow melt.
Yeah, guess who got stuck?
The boys remained unfazed. "You'll figure it out, mom," N told me.
I did. I saw a Clark Kent-looking guy getting into his car and sprinted over to him. "I'm stuck!" I shouted.
He looked out at the van. "You sure are."
"Can you help me?"
He looked at me a moment. "Let me strap my little guys in, I'll be right over."
No doubt he was thinking about calling the county with my location.
But he came over, and with a little skill, finesse and patience, he coaxed the van back onto the asphalt. And he waved off my thanks.
"Angels," I told my boys as we headed home, "are everywhere."
And Clark Kent really *is* Superman.....
And angels? MIL is here for the weekend.