The Railing

Stephen and I took the kids to an Italian festival this Sunday. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the weather was perfect. A fantastic day to hang out by the water.

I love going to Italian feasts. I remember going with my parents, aunts and cousins as a kid. I remember my mom buying me a "Proud to Be an Italian" shirt at one of them when I was a little girl and absolutely loving it. It was a black t-shirt with one of those iron-on decals. Naturally, it featured an Italian flag and the words were written in silver. The decal sparkled. I wore that shirt until the iron-on decal came off in the wash. I had another favorite shirt at that time too...The Dukes of Hazzard, as I had a big crush on Bo Duke, but that's another story.

Anyhow, I am overjoyed that my daughter has inherited my love of the Italian feast.

This Sunday we started out at the vendors to buy something to eat. We then found the perfect spot at a table right on the water to enjoy our food and drinks. The slice of pizza that the kids shared was finished and our daughter was ready to go and play some games and enjoy the rides. I asked my husband to stay behind with our son so he could save the table for us. That's another thing about me. When we go to these festivals, I always like a "home-base" if you will, so we can sit back, relax and enjoy the day.

As my daughter and I were leaving the table area I reminded Stephen to keep a close eye on our son, as he is a sweet little boy who is also filled with mischief. I looked at the rail separating my little son and the River and sensed that he needed to be watched carefully. My husband scoffed a little but said he'd keep a close eye.

Don't you know that when we returned from playing games and going on rides, my husband told me that our little Chunk-A-Bunk actually got down on the ground, laid down on his back, and then tried unsuccessfully (thank God), to shimmy his little body, feet first, under the rail, and into the River!