Benjy left this morning for a business trip. He will be gone all week.
In attempt to get some work done around here, I channeled some of the boys' energy to help me do some yard work...which largely involved getting rid of the straw bales that had been Addy's warm home during the winter. Lots of bagging and discarding and sweeping. The boys worked hard and were quite helpful for most of the afternoon.
There was one interval when two of the middle boys didn't return to the yard for a while. When I noticed I went to the front and called them back.
As we were coming in to get cleaned up I noticed that Pierce had this black streak along his neck - they had been trying to skip with an old rope, I assumed it was from that.
They got showered and cleaned up and we were going to head to the library - loaded them all in the van and backed out of the garage...only to find a totally flat back tire - so weird because we had been out all morning without a problem. "What is that noise?" was my response when I began driving and Pierce quickly states from the back seat... "the tire is flat." I was a little surprised at his quick response as a 4 yr old - but hey - pulled back into the garage and called road-side assistance (finally utlizing what we pay for every month - ha!) So...we walked to the library instead.
That eve, the roadside guy shows up while I am feeding the boys - so I popped out - showed him what he needed and went back into the house. When I go back out to check, the guy has the tire off and it is hooked to his little gadget thing and he says to me..."there is nothing wrong with your tire. There is no leak anywhere." I am like, "well, wait - it was totally flat - what are you trying to say?" He smiles and says - "looks like someone let the air out of your tire."
Ahhh haaa - it all begins to click in that instant and I begin laughing. That boy!!!! The man chuckles and says, "ya - kids think it is super neat to hear that ssssssssssssss sound when they put their little finger right there on the valve!"
He puts the perfectly fine tire back on and heads out.
I play it cool and ask to have a little chat with all the boys...gearing up for reminders about telling the truth. 3 for 3 quick denial of anything to do with the back tire. Time to turn it up a notch: thinking I am being pretty smooth and can ease a confession out of Pierce with no real problem - especially when I ask him to come to the garage and show me how he made the cool sound (ha! - joke was on me - he continued to deny it and had NO idea what I was talking about when I asked him to show me how to do it)
Long story short - he must have done it accidently, or some phantom ghost (maybe neighborhood teenagers) is messing with my van! That is how I concluded the evening.
Until....bedtime storytime and Pierce volunteers to tell us all a story with this unique technique.... it went something like this: back when I was a little boy, one time, I made the tire go flat.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Pierce is still sticking to his story this morning. What a kid!
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