Mud and Daughter In Laws

You are probably saying right now "James, why the heck are you muddy, wet and covered in snot?"

Fair question. A sad tale worth sharing.

I was at the park with my family, Cindy: loving wife, Steven: manly son, Rachel: brilliant daughter and Misty.

Misty the favorite oldest daughter. The beloved one, the new daughter, apple of Dad's eye. That's what makes this scene so much more tragic.

I was feeling spunky so I gave my manly son (150 + lbs) a piggy back ride. I was magnificent: an old man with back issues with his hulking son on his back. I had the wind in my face and the adoration of my family.

BAMO! Ambush! Steven lurched backwards, twisting and writhing. I didn't let go of his legs, and I plunged, slow motion, into the murky, black, turgid pool of mud. The towering oak of the family felled. Every person in the park (I'm sure) gasped. I landed on my left side, legs, torso and face immersed in the stinky pit of mud (maybe a slight exaggeration). Death, if not dirt, was imminent.

Revelation: as I floated, stunned, in the mud pool, my daughter-in-law laughed hysterically. Did I mention that I loved her? How does she respond? By tickling my poor son while he was riding the Dad Stallion in the park. You have to know: Steven has been diagnosed as having ticklitis retardum. Sad, but true. Put the fingers on his sides, and his IQ and motor control head south.

Don't worry. You can close your mouths. I too, was shocked. Fortunately, I have combat training and was able to make it back to the house alive. This post is my insurance against another 'accident'.

Sometimes the truth isn't pretty. There are many faces of ADS. Of course, she blamed me and said I should clean Cindy's car and hers (to make it up to her). ADS logic. Who can know it?

Love that girl.