I went ice skating. I know...how very "Motherly" of me.
Don't shut down this blog post until you scroll down to see my triple lutz.
What's he getting at? Sam's mom had let him get one of those ice-skating-helper-bar things. I refused to let Ryan have one. I happen to think these are only appropriate for pre-schoolers.
Evidently "Man Up" isn't a command that children respond to at ice skating rinks very well and $3 later he had his bar. He's paying me back by the way.
Another thing he doesn't have that I do is a pair of gloves. Florida kids don't really need them...until they go ice skating. Note to self for next winter. I let him wear mine.
The other moms didn't want to skate so I tossed my purse and mack-daddy camera (that I still don't know how to use properly) to Sam's mom. She has a real name, it's Gail.
We like Gail. She was amused by my attempts at "figure skating." She even snapped a few blurry pictures for your viewing pleasure.
I was too scared to lift my leg past my knee because I had a 100% no-falling record that I wasn't going to break showing off.
So what's the WTF about this story you ask?
Haven't you noticed that ice skating makes my butt look big? WTF?!?!?