Family Weekend
Recently, Benton and our cousin both came down to Lethbridge for a week so that they could attend EFY. (For those that don't speak Mormon-ese, EFY is a huge week-long youth conference for teenagers.) Benton had a grand old time, especially when he discovered the large amount of young females with whom he could flirt. It was a real joy prying him away when I went to pick him up each night... Somehow, he had to get back home though.
Turns out my name is Somehow.
After a five hour roadtrip on Saturday, Benton and I got to the hotel where we were supposed to meet my parents and the rest of the sibs. When we knocked on the hotel door, Clay came running out and jumped on me (love that kid), before telling us that Mum and Dad were at the hospital with Sarah because one of her tube-y things had fallen out. Okay?
So we unpacked my car, and then watched cartoons for half an hour, and then I re-packed my car with the boys for an adventure!
My original thought was to take them downtown, grab something to go from one of the cafes, and then picnic down by the river. But as luck would have it, every single cafe within a seven block radius was closed. And Clay absolutely refused to try Indian food. And Benton refused to eat at McDonalds. And Logan refused to wait much longer for food. The boys were getting HANGRY.
Thinking as fast as I could, I herded them back in the car and headed across the river. I knew that the Fringe Festival was happening on Broadway, and there had to be some food vendors there right? Ha!
Fun side story: We finally got down to Broadway, and the first thing my poor naive sibs saw were some weird guys sitting on mats talking about their futures. (I think...) I turned around to the wide-eyed boys and told them,
"Okay. We are here JUST to find food. There are three rules. 1, Do not talk to hippies. 2, Do not talk to gypsies. And 3, Don't inhale too deeply, because it's probably pot."
Lessons learned: Fringe Festivals scare me, and feeding boys sucks. The end. Needless to say, the boys got burgers for supper...
The next day we went to spend time with Grandma Froc in the Hospital. It was heartbreaking, but good too see her at the same time.
I miss these guys. :(
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