What do barnacles, rotten wood, sand, and grandma’s glasses all have in common? They were at the bottom of the lake near the pier this afternoon. Papa and I took turns pulling the kids around the lake on the inter-tube and grandma lounged on her new blow up raft – yes, we have a lot of new blow up rafts. Due to her desire to avoid having a super fun sun burn line on her face she removed her new $400 glasses and set them on her lap. This was all well and good until she decided to get off the raft and climb onto the pier . . . and slip . . . the glasses sank beneath the foreboding dark tomb called Eagle Lake.
Some people might say that my dad is frugal . . . other’s might call him thrifty . . . but when $400 glasses get lost in the lake – all of a sudden he turned into one of the 7 chinese brothers – you know the one . . . the one who could swallow the whole ocean. For the next 2 hours he combed the entire shore line in search of the precious commodity. He and grandma also offered a bounty for the return of the glasses – starting at $5, making it’s way to $20 and finally resting on the reward of $40.
And along came Aaron . . . his youngest, most preferred son. Adorned with a girl’s pink and purple goggles and his amazing tenacity . . . and maybe his dreams of being his mom’s super hero . . . he dove into the depths of Eagle Lake.
Let’s step back into reality for just a moment . . . He was scared of the dark lake and he committed to his kids that he would just once swim straight down the ladder on the pier to take a look. The glasses were lying unharmed at the bottom of the ladder.
What did Aaron receive for this amazing endeavor? Yes, papa paid for his fishing license – and no, it wasn’t $40 😦