A number of years ago, when Ben (our youngest son) was about 8 or 9 years old, he decided at the last minute that he wanted to ride along to the fruit farm stand with Dan and me. He had been out playing in the yard and had his shorts, t shirt and flip flop “shoes” on. Typical kid wear for a nice, HOT, summer day. We suggested that he go in and change his shoes but he didn’t want to take the time to do that, after all there was also the possibility of a stop at the Nottawa ice cream shop and daylight was burning! When you are a kid on a hot summer day and there is ice cream on your mind, you don’t have time for anything else!
We pulled into the paved parking area of the fruit stand. There wasn’t any shade to park under, so we told Ben he should probably come along with us, otherwise he’d get too hot sitting in the Jeep. What 9 year old boy in his right mind wants to be seen at a fruit farm with his parents!!! NOPE! He was fine right where he was. After a semi-polite dialogue, his Dad convinced him that he WAS getting out of the Jeep and he WAS coming in with us.
Dan and I were walking across the hot paved parking lot to the shade of the fruit stand. We knew Ben was some where behind us because we could hear the flip flops smack the pavement with every angry step he took. Then we heard an unusual noise, a type of vocalization and it was emitting from Ben. It was something between a primitive, throaty curse and an ARRGGGHHH!!!! We looked back, and Ben was basically dancing on one leg, with the other leg kind of up in the air and bent at the knee. He still had the flip flops on, so we knew he wasn’t burning his feet on the hot parking lot. THEN we saw it! There was a pink, gooey string of “stuff” attached to the bottom of one flip flop. It stretched out about 7 feet behind him. Ben had stepped in a HUGE wad of bubble gum and it was firmly stuck on the bottom of one of the flip flops and stuck on the pavement at the other end.
Now, you know you should not laugh when someone is already upset about “having to get out of the Jeep” but we could not help ourselves and neither could a woman and her daughter (who also happened to be about the same age as Ben). Poor Ben.
I think Ben can laugh about it now, especially since he has kids of his own. I HOPE he can laugh about it now because when HIS kids get old enough we have a LOT of stories to tell them about their Dad!
By the way, yes, he DID get his ice cream and it was NOT the bubble gum flavor!
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6 days ago