Things that don’t mix!
Thanks to Thing 1 and Thing 2, with a little help from The Bubba, I have just learned that burn out contests with a remote control monster truck and a pot full of dirt in the basement, DO NOT MIX!
I was happily baking a yummy loaf of gluten free brown bread and trying to think of something to go with it for dinner when it hit me; those boys have been much too giddy in the school room downstairs so I snuck a little peek. Squinting my eyes and peering through a cloud of dirt I could see that the three had nearly covered the entire basement in a film of dirt.
Apparently “The Bubba” had unearthed a tree I was hoping to transplant in the spring. “Thing 1” and “Thing 2” then took the opportunity to use the new dirt track for their monster truck and in no time flat the floor, in a 10×10 area, was covered as well as the hands, feet and clothes of the three hombres.
“Clean this up, you boys!” I exclaimed.
“Thing 1” and “Thing 2” raced, each one trying to be the first to grab the vacuum (what fun for young boys). “2” made it first and started the clean up crew. I grumbled back upstairs to check on my loaves. The vacuum started and I heard screaming and laughing . Screaming and laughing is never a good sign with boys. I reeled back on my heels and hurried down again through an even thicker cloud of dirt which now covered our school desks, papers, books, chairs, every item of clothing in the snow clothes bin and was settling happily on the heads and shoulders of my two oldest. “The Bubba” had retreated since vacuuming is not yet his favorite pastime. I had to dig black clots of dirt out of the corners of my eyes just to see and un-happily discover that “Thing 2” (my mini mechanic) had removed the vacuum tube on the shop vac and replaced it on the blow side before turning it on, using it to blast the “dirt track” throughout the rest of the basement!