I was tucking the boys into bed tonight when L1 casually mentioned: “We throwed our frisbees over the fence.”
Me: You WHAT???
L1: “We throwed the frisbees over the fence. We tried to throw the t-ball set over the fence too, but it wouldn’t go. Just the balls.”
Me: Which fence?!? (Our yard borders four different yards.)
L1: “The backyard fence.”
I headed down to tell MrA… “Um… the boys threw the frisbees over the fence.” We headed to the back fence to take a look. Sure enough, a slat had been knocked down from the 6′ privacy fence and we could see three frisbees, two t-balls, two empty animal cracker containers, an empty apple sauce jar, and two 2x4s lying in Mr. Neighbor’s yard.
I returned to the boy’s room and asked them about the damaged fence.
L1: “The fence was a little damaged. So we damaged it just a little bit so we could get our frisbees.”
Me: What about the big pieces of wood? Did you throw those over the fence or put them through the fence?
L1: “Through the fence. We were using them to try to push the fence down. We were trying to get the frisbees, but we couldn’t get them through the hole, so we were using the big pieces of wood to push the fence down.”
MrA and I cracked up with laughter once out of the boys’ room and went to figure out a plan. Mr. Neighbor’s lights were still on, so we dropped him a quick text. Amiable as usual, he met us at the fence and proceeded to gather up frisbees, balls, and containers and pass them back over the fence to us. We had already pulled the 2x4s back through the fence and returned them to their rightful spot in the scrap lumber pile. MrA had brought a hammer, so we nailed the fence board back into place as we laughed a bit more over little boy antics.
Then we went back to the boys’ room for a long, somber lecture on not throwing things over fences and not damaging fences and not pushing over fences.
Boys tucked in, we left the room… and laughed again.
