Ride Share: It's a Thing

On my way home from work this morning, my neighbor informed me that another neighbor was having a birthday party for their child and had rented a train and ponies.

I really couldn't visualize what this would look like until I pulled up to my home.



RED ALERT! RED ALERT! RED ALERT!

I called Mr. Yoy, who along with Uncle Yoy, had just left breakfast with Big and Little E.

DON'T COME HOME! DELAY YOUR TRIP! DRIVE AROUND 285 A FEW HUNDRED TIMES!

I informed him of the current situation.


There was a 0% chance my kids didn't end face down in our neighbor's birthday cake after hijacking a pony ride and the red train engine.

Thank goodness they were running over to Home Depot to pick up leather cleaner.  This would buy me some time.

I went upstairs to make the beds and fold the endless piles of pool laundry.

As I finished with Big E's bed, I heard the garage door open.  I looked out the front window to see Mr. Yoy pulling into the driveway. Just as the train cruised by our house.

I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

I popped open Big E's window and yelled down to Mr. Yoy.

PERFECT TIMING, DADDY!

I could hear the boys flipping out.

MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! TRAIN! PONIES! I WANT TO RIDE! EVERYTHING!

It was like bringing a recovering alcoholic to a bar.

MOMMY! CAN I HAVE A PONY FOR MY BIRTHDAY PARTY?

Considering Little E has never had a birthday party (with the exception of his first), I didn't want his expectations to be too lofty.

UM. MAYBE A PONY CAKE?

The party has ended and we have escaped without the cops being called on my kids.

Winning.


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