On Tuesday evening, I took my boys to a nearby park for some fun on the exercise trail. Normally they love to go to this park to try out all of the fitness stations, climb around on the huge, green concrete pipe and ride their bikes/scooters.
Our trip this week should have been a great way to spend an hour or so expending the excess energy of the day. And it was great for about 20 minutes. That is until we got just far enough away from the car to feasibly run back for shelter when the hoards of mosquitoes showed up.
We were attacked, people. I’m pretty sure that Cutie Pie was lifted off the ground by those little buggers as they attempted to carry him off for a feast in the woods. It didn’t help that Wildman wanted to climb on every. single. thing. Cutie Pie just wanted to pedal his tricycle but he constantly had to stop and wait for his brother. As a result, he had some huge bites on his little legs 😦
Once moving in the direction of the car, our little group was only as fast as it’s slowest member (that would be Cutie Pie on the trike). Of course, it seemed like an eternity with Wildman groaning and moaning about how bad he itched and Cutie Pie saying, “No! I dood it myself” when I offered to carry the trike back to the car. So, we creeped ourselves back toward the parking lot with intermittent breaks to peel Wildman’s complaining self off of the pavement. Mosquitoes buzzed us a every step and turn of the pedals.
Pissed…
It was not exactly the park trip I had in mind… We went home for dinner and baths. All was right with the world after that.
Adventures of Four 