The Obstacle Course

When I walked into the living room yesterday, I found piles of pillows stacked in random places.  I knew my son was behind this.  Sure enough, I caught the boy bringing a few more pillows to add to the collection.

"Bubba," I asked.  "What exactly are you doing?"

"Making an obstacle course for you."

"For me?  Why do I need an obstacle course?"

"Because it's good exercise."  He put the finishing touches on the course and stood back to inspect his work.  "Okay, Mama.  Go ahead."

I scanned the array of pillow piles and wondered exactly how I should approach this.  Weave in and out?  Jump on top?  Jump over?  I opted for the weave in and out.  Which was apparently wrong.

"No, Mama.  You have to jump over them!"

I sighed.  "Dude.  Some of those pillow piles are almost as tall as me.  I can't jump over those!"

"Sure you can.  Watch and learn!"  The boy took a flying leap and knocked over the entire pile.  "See?" he said after picking himself up.  That's how you do it."  He replaced the pile of eight pillows.  "Now you do it."

I made a face at that kid and took a flying leap. I almost made it over the pile.  Almost.   My foot caught the top pillow and knocked the rest of them down.

Bubba grinned.  "That's okay, Mama.  Practice makes perfect!"

(Nobody ever told me doing obstacle courses was part of the mom job!)