The following weekend, Ben kicked W and I out of the house for fantasy draft so we went to the lake with my parents. It was overall a fun weekend and an enjoyable trip to the lake. We did have a little incident though.
See this picture? Looks totally innocent, right?
Well, it was. We were having a nice little ride -- it was a little cloudy and we were slightly concerned about a rain storm but we weren't too far from the house and figured we could get home ahead of the rain shower. But then, Wyatt decided that in addition to driving the boat he should play with the keys and he reached up and turned the key mid-ride.
This was no big deal, right? Dad figured we'd just start the boat back up and head on back home. That would have been fine, but the battery had died and we couldn't get the boat to crank. (Also, this is SO unlike my dad - Mr. Cautious - but I don't think he realized that the battery was that weak or he never would have taken the boat out).
Did I do that??
I think the Marina guys were probably there within about 20 or 30 minutes of dad calling, but the thing that took this whole adventure up a notch was the fact that it started POURING rain right about the time the guy got there. Dad and the man changed the battery and Mom, Wyatt, and I huddled under the canopy to avoid the rain. Poor dad got pelted in the face the whole way back to our dock, but really it could have been much worse.
You know who didn't care? This kid .... he was dry and comfortable and went to sleep on the way back.