on the run

 
Yesterday we had a friend bring over a scooter for Truett to try out.  Originally, Truett said, "No, I don't want one of those.  I just want to walk."  But our friend insisted and brought the scooter over anyway.  I had decided if Truett liked the motorized scooter, then we could purchase it or rent it until we no longer needed it.  But it did not take more than fifteen minutes of puttering around before Truett asked,  "How much do you want for this?"

 
Truett rode all over the decks learning how to maneuver the scooter. 

 
 "He's on the run now," I said as I chased after Truett.

 
So last night we parked the scooter in front of the famous green recliner so Truett could be mobile at his whim.  (Don't look at my messy house.  You do what I do and see if you can keep your house cleaned!)

 
The last great final test was to see if the scooter could fit in the bathroom. . . and it did.

Now here's the real story:

This morning at 2:30 I hear banging, whacking, bumping on my dining room table.  You know who was riding the scooter to the kitchen to fix his nightly bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats.  Evidentally, Truett was having trouble so he called Clay to come find the milk for him.  With an attitude, Clay came in our house, slamming doors behind him. 

Meanwhile, I pretended to sleep.  Then I heard munching and crunching on Frosted Mini Wheats by the two men in my life.

The good part:

I didn't have to push Truett in the wheelchair at all last night. 

However, my husband does need more driving lessons with the scooter.

 
Thanks, Berle.  Truett loves his scooter and will soon be on the run in the yard! 

Comments

[Darlene]

Things are certainly looking up. Love this post!