A Different Point of View
Do you have any idea what a family of eight has to go through to get ready for a hour-and-a-half trip to Thomaston.
Actually, let me give you a clearer picture here, because we’re not talking about just any family of eight, we’re talking about my family of eight!
C’mon guys, you know what I’m talking about. We are the only family that, for some unknown reason, God thought it might be hilarious to put my dad, Jason Parr, my mom, Cheryl Parr, and all five of my sisters: Julieann, Lindsey, Mackenzie, Gabby, and Sophie, together.
Needless to say, we had to bring everything from small, brightly colored plastic objects that slightly resembled smiling, constipated-looking ponies; to, like, 50 pairs of swimming trunks and bathing suits; to the kitchen sink.
After all you never know what might happen an hour down the road.
In case you haven’t already noticed, Dad’s not writing the “A Day in the Life” this week. Instead, he wanted me, Christian Parr, to write this week’s entry.
Apparently I’m a passable writer? Anyway, I’ve got total control over “A Day in the Life” this week. LET’S PARTY!!! No seriously, I’ll make the guest list and you get the DJ.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, that’s right; we were on the way to Thomaston to visit our friends.
Mr. Sean is really cool, and he has four sons and one daughter, who, by the way, is the oldest. Almost like my family in reverse, right?
I was really looking forward to getting there and having a blast, and all that was left was an hour-and-a-half drive all the way there with several stops (where we were all cooped up in the van while the adults went to go get groceries or other stuff), and a van full of tired, grumpy sisters. Sounds awesome, right?
When we Finally got there, me and my sisters bum-rushed the bathroom, plowing over the natives in our merciless stampede and yelling strange war cries such as “Me First!,” “Look Out!,” and “Hey, Mrs. Latee!” (Mrs. Latee is Mr. Sean’s wife)
Once I was done using the bathroom, I went to find my friends. However, though I looked all over the five acres that makes up the backyard of their property, I could not find David and Joshua.
Logan and Jacob, the other two boys, couldn’t play due to the fact that Logan wasn’t there, and Jacob is only a baby.
Anyway, Mr. Sean had built these three awesome forts in the boy’s room when they had first moved in, one for each of the boys (Jacob wasn’t born yet).
Basically they all share the same room, but the forts are each man’s castle, you do not enter, or touch the contents of, each fort without first getting permission.
David’s and Logan’s forts are similar in construction, being wooden boxes, like houses with doors and such, on the bottom, with a ladder built on the outside up to the bunk-bed that made the roof.
Joshua’s fort, however, is built more like a tree house, with stilts on the bottom and the wooden box; containing a cot, a small dresser, and personal items; on the top. This fort is accessible only by a trapdoor installed into the floor, which, I found when entering the room, was locked.
It turns out the boys were up there, hiding with a full complement of Nerf guns. A Nerf war immediately ensued, with me, though outnumbered, gaining the upper hand.
This was but the first awesome activity in a glorious series of awesome activities. Both families had a great time playing hide-and-seek, trampoline games, volleyball, and Nerf wars, and everyone enjoyed the burgers made by Mr. Sean.
All in all, it was a fantastic day, and I can’t wait to get back up there.
P.S. Just kidding about the whole party thing. If you show up at my house with a DJ and a bunch of strange people I’ve never met, my dad might freak out.
Sincerely,
Christian, one of the six