Terror in the Midwest

Another trek this past weekend to the family lake house. It was a lazy weekend, with some bocce, some horseshoes, and some fire sitting. Also, belligerant Esposo, no weekend is complete without some of that. I lie, THERE IS NO NEED FOR BELLIGERANT ESPOSO! *sigh*

Luke ran around for hours, climbing on the playset, dumping sand on the swings, and riding each ride on toy in sequence. It was wonderful because we could sit and keep an eye on him without having to worry about him running into the street and being hit by a car.

At the lake house, there is a boat. The boat has a good 25 years on her, but she's in good condition in general. However, since Esposo's father died two years ago (and was sick for some time before that), there's no one to perform the maintenance that needs to be done on the boat. So the boat requires service, and we were hoping to get through this summer without having to do that. We're not going to be so lucky, it seems.

A neighbor came to check the boat out and get her started, and Luke was about 25-30 feet away when the engine kicked on. I've never seen him so terrified as he was when that engine roared, and I scooped him up and brought him to the porch (about 150 feet away from the boat).

The child who played outside for 3.5 hours and cries if we don't go outside everyday was saying 'insi!' and reaching for the screen door. Once we got inside and he calmed down a bit, he wriggled down to go shut the front door as well. He wanted NOTHING to do with that boat and that noise.