5 Unsupervised Minutes + 1 Ball of Yarn = Chaos!

Saturday Chris went to the grocery store between snowstorms for supplies; you know – extra Dr. Pepper and milk. The necessities. I helped him unload the car, lug the groceries upstairs to the kitchen and put them away. Brandon was in his room with the door shut (the beginnings of teenage-dom, I’m afraid) and Matthew was watching a movie. Or so we thought.

While we were distracted with the groceries, Matthew found a ball of yarn in my knitting basket and began stringing it through the house. I noticed him running back and forth in the kitchen doorway, but didn’t think anything of it because it is not unusual for him to be running around like a maniac. He is, after all, 4 years old.

Anyway, after we put the groceries away, I walked out of the kitchen into the dining room and found yarn suspended about two feet off the ground, stretching from the hallway into the living room. Further inspection found that Matthew was running through the house with the ball of yarn, up and down the stairs, stringing it around chairs, tables and lamps. He had started downstairs in the media room, down the hall, up the stairs, into the office, then backtracked through the hallway to the dining room, around the big living room chair and then repeated his journey – at least 4 times. I walked into the upstairs hallway to follow the string and found Matthew crawling through the strings like a Marine on an obstacle course. He had a look of determination on his face and the remnants of a green ball of yarn in his hand.

It was like one of those movies where the kids are trying to foil a burglary/kidnapping/white collar crime by using ordinary household items to catch the bumbling idiot criminals in their trap. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m setting a trap for Brandon,” was the reply. Luckily, we stopped him before he rigged a spring gun or bear trap. Alright, we don’t own a spring gun or bear trap but I would not be surprised at Matthew’s ingenuity to rig some kind of trap – maybe I need to get started on his CIA application.


2 Responses

  1. This barely has anything to do with your post, and nothing to do with your child, but the Dr. Pepper bit reminded me of this.

    It is very difficult to get Dr. Pepper in China. One store occasionally does as it did very recently. When it did my sister went crazy and practically bought them out. She had them deliver like half a dozen cases of it to her apartment.

    Now she rations them out like we’re in a war zone.

  2. That post is too funny! I am so glad that my Brandon has not thought of this yet. It sounds like something he would love to do.

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