Flip…slosh…thunk…

 

If you come to my house and listen really carefully, here is what you will hear…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

“Oh my God! Look what I just did!”

Feet running, joyous congratulatory screams.

A few jealous doubters, “You didn’t do that. You didn’t throw it from there.”

An act of solidarity, “He did! I saw him!”

An immediate reversal, “Really? Wow!  Move over! Let me try!”

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Me, “You better not be pouring perfectly good water down the drain! Pour it into a cup and I’ll use it to make tea!! That water costs money!” (Oh my God! How OLD am I???)

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Husband, “What is that sound?! Who keeps throwing things?!”

Me, “They aren’t throwing things. They are flipping things. But not random things…water bottles. They are flipping half full water bottles.”

Husband, “What? Why?”

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Me, “Well, it’s like this thing they all do. At first I thought it was just them and I thought they had lost their minds, but it turns out it is everyone. Everywhere. All the time. They flip the bottle and try to get it to stand up.”

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Husband, “Well tell them to stop.”

Me, (yelling into the other room) “You guys are making Dad crazy! Can you go flip those bottles somewhere else?”

Them, “Fine. Come on you guys, let’s go upstairs.”

Flip…slosh…thunk thunk thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk thunk thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk thunk thunk…

Husband, “NOW what are they doing?!”

Me, “Sounds like they are flipping the bottles down the stairs. Hey, guys…are you flipping the bottles down the stairs??”

One of Them, “Yes! I almost landed it!!”

Me, “Yup, they are flipping them down the stairs.”

Husband, “Well, tell them to stop.”

Me, “I can’t. They almost landed it. They are so close!”

Husband, “STOP FLIPPING THOSE BOTTLES DOWN THE STAIRS!!!”

One of Them, “We can’t! We almost landed it! We are so close!”

Me, “See?”

Husband, “As soon as you land ONE you have to stop flipping them down the stairs!”

Them, “Okay!”

Flip…slosh…thunk thunk thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk thunk thunk…

Screams of joy!!!! They landed one!

Sounds of feet running down the hall as all children need proof that the bottle has landed upright.

It has indeed!

Back down the hall, away from the stairs.

Flip…slosh…thunk…

Flip…slosh…thunk…

One of Them, “I capped it!! I capped it!!! You have to come see this! I capped it!”

High fives all around. Hootin’ and hollerin’.

A reenactment to show just exactly how this miracle has occurred.

Husband, “What are they screaming about?”

Me, (out of breath from running up the stairs to see the reenactment) “One of them capped it! He threw it over his head like this…and it hit the wall just like this…and he totally thought it was going to fall over…but it didn’t! One of them thinks it shouldn’t count because the rug helped it stay upright, but it TOTALLY counts!”

It does, too. It totally counts.

That is the normal that you will hear at my house if you come over for a visit. Although, the past few days, if you are here and you are listening really carefully, in between the flip…slosh…thunk…high fives…celebrations…and reenactments, you’ll also hear them talking about clowns. Creeeeeeeepy!!!

flip-with-clown

One thought on “Flip…slosh…thunk…

  1. Hahahahahaha! Love this, Debbie. This really resonated with me! The thunk is killing me!! FYI- though, I managed to flip one onto the dashboard while driving and of course became an instant mom phenom. Double bonus points for teaching my son and his friends such responsible driving at a young age. Hope you are well! Lara

    Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2016 14:36:38 +0000 To: larasalrichardson@hotmail.com

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