One would think, as evidenced in the picture below, that there were 9 million kids at this shindig. Nope, just 4. Reminds me of an old children's book where you say "How many bicycles do you see?".....ha-ha! Let's count. 4 BigWheels, 2 tricycles, 2 bicycles. Um. Yeah. I said only 4 kids.
After dinner, the kids needed to expend some energy (can I get an AMEN?) so they went outside to shoot some rocket thingy in Pop's backyard. Quite promptly, one of the rocket thingys was stuck in a tree. There's a big surprise.
Never fear. Aunt Kelly to the rescue. 
Like any good southern woman, she sees a problem, and has a solution. See that pan in her hand? She put it to good use.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. We had to call in the big guns. While I realize we DO live in the south, I don't always refer to actual guns whenever I say the words "big guns". ha! In this particular instance, it meant the hubs. 
Big guns was able to get the rocket thingy out of the tree (without injury I might add) and all was right with the world again.
The kids played (hallelujah). No one broke any bones (amen and amen).
Great food and good times!
~CB~
I love family get-togethers!! Especially ones without broken bones!! Ha!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love a fish fry! My oh my, why do I have to be so far away?!
ReplyDeleteFrom this cousin out here in Texas...Looks like you had a great time! Sorry I missed it! Tell your dad I said Hello!
ReplyDeleteIt looks like a great time was had by all :) I'm glad the kids are all so close. I love the pic of all the bicycles and tricycles. Too funny!
ReplyDeleteWhat fun!! This so makes me wish I lived closer to my family. What am I saying, I'm in T-town every other weekend and twice a week ;)
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