Re-living childhood terrors

For Thanksgiving we went to Auntie Em's house in San Jose. Cousin Ben has a wagon, and the girls loved it . . . at first.

Here is the back story. We also had a wagon when I was young. My mom would drag us around. The only problem is it tipped as in tipped over and the people in it (Arthur, Clark and I) fell out. It was very traumatic, and we tease my mom relentlessly about it. Like every time we see a wagon we talk about it. Last year I even sent her a picture of the updated wagons that now have seat belts in them.

So I am telling my mother in law about the traumatic wagon when we were little and Mark is running around with the kids in it. Sure enough, before I could finish the story the kids were dumped.


I guess we can now tease Mark and my mom :).