- Family and Parenting
Things You Should Never Do To Your Mother: How Rolling Bowling was Born
Another Boring Day in Paradise
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Binky and a little girl named Rachael. Their sole purpose in life was to drive their mother absolutely crazy.
One lazy Saturday morning mom and big sister were safely downstairs watching television. Binky looked at Rachael and Rachael looked at Binky. What kind of trouble could they get into today? They both smiled. There was always something interesting to do!
Sliding down the stairs in a cardboard box had been a bust. But what about…a sleeping bag? There was padding in it. Hmmmmmm, well nothing hurts a failure but a try.
“Come on Rachael.” smiled her big brother Binky. “I have a great idea.”
Going into their big sister’s closet, they found her sleeping bag buried under a pile of dirty cloths. It was perfect. It was covered on the outside with slipper stuff while the inside was this soft red, blue and white cloth. First they had to zip it all up, except, of course for the very top. Done!
Dragging it to the top of the stairs, they carefully lined it up with the bottom pointing down the stairs and the opening pointing up.
“Okay, get it, Rachael.” said Binky all the while holding the sleeping bag open for her to crawl inside. Rachael did just that. Binky was right behind her. Giggling, they snuggled down to the bottom of the bag. Slowly and silently, they began to inched the sleeping bag toward the edge of the stairs.
“Sh, Rachael.” giggled Binky “We don’t want mom to hear.”
It wasn’t long before they reached the point of no return.
Down they went slicker than snot. By the time Mom looked up the deed was done.
Both of them clambered out of the sleeping bag with big grins on their faces. It worked. Nobody got hurt and the sleeping bag was really fast and you were in the dark and couldn’t see anything. "Woooo Whooooo!!!!!!
“Wow that was great!” chortled Binky. Rachael agreed by bobbing her head and sucking faster on her pacifier.
Mom just stood there with her mouth hanging open. “What and the world made you slide down the stairs in a sleeping bag?” Both of them just shrugged their shoulders. “It’s not funny.” fumed their mother “I don’t want to see either one of you two doing that again.”
Binky looked at Rachael and Rachael looked at Binky. What mom didn’t know would hurt her. Crossing their fingers behind their backs, they solemnly promised to never do it again. That is how the giving your mother gray hair game of Rolling Bowling was born.