Kids Adventure Games: A Parent Butt-kicking to Remember

“I wish I could do that.”

Thus were my famous last words as my children competed in the Toyota Kids Adventure Games in Vail last summer. Now in its seventh season, these games are the only national outdoor adventure series just for kids and this year, the organizers experimented with a new race: the Family Adventure Quest. Held in the Village at Copper, this race paired one adult/teen and one child together to navigate an adventure course with zip lines, mud pits, slacklines, cargo nets, trekking, biking, water obstacles and a variety of other unique challenges.

Bode and I a.k.a. “Team Dominator” participated in the optional adventure-racing clinic the day prior where we fine-tuned our blow-dart, rock climbing, orienteering and mountain biking skills. The actual Quest featured two categories, a timed category for more competitive duos or a non-timed “fun run” for those looking to tackle the course without pressure. If I was a sane person, I would have signed up for the latter but the competitive waves worked better with our schedule so we found ourselves at the starting line mingling with seasoned adventure racing parents. “We’re going to have fun, right?” I reminded Bode but mostly I was trying to comfort myself that we were definitely not in it to win it.

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Our bib number was called and we lined up with an 8-year-old cutie wearing a sparkly helmet while her dad looked like he stepped (no, ran) off the pages of Outside magazine. That was the last time I saw them as they sprinted from the starting line toward our first obstacle about .5-mile away: Blow Darts, the perfect way for non-seasoned adventure-racing parents to gain false confidence that they could conquer the course. We blew threw it with ease (pun intended), hiked uphill to the Cargo Net and carefully navigated the obstacle before racing to the Grease Wall.

glacierclimbI took one look and knew there was no way I would be able to climb it without help. I boosted Bode up, he hoisted his leg over and teetered on the top. “Good job, Son,” the race volunteer cheered. “Now, stay up there and help pull your mom to the top.” This was sure a flattering sentiment that my 9-year-old could hoist me to the top but reality bites. After several failed attempts at trying to pull myself up (it’s called the grease wall for a reason), I called it a no-go. Spoiler alert: This would not be my first #EpicFail that day.

We were starting to get into the rhythm of running together and next we tackled the Glacier Climb where we clung to a rope as we navigated a set of icy stairs up, across and down a massive “glacier” of snow (by far my favorite challenge).

From Ice Capades, we turned to mud where two slacklines were stretched parallel across a sizable pit.  Bode had a plan: “You lean over, grab my shoulders and I’ll grab your waist. I’ll tell you when to step.” Our synchronicity was downright inspiring as we flawlessly inched across the narrow webbing without landing in the muck.

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For the first time, I realized I was having fun even though it had started to lightly rain. We grabbed our mountain bikes to tackle the next series of challenges: we biked up a muddy trail, Bode did an American Ninja-style obstacle course involving small tunnels (that only one teammate needed to complete), we showcased our orienteering skills that led us to a hidden marker, we maneuvered across a rope suspended in the trees on the Jungle Walk and catapulted water balloons, followed by more biking adventures.
If there was one obstacle I was worried about, it was the Tyrolean Traverse, which involved using a fixed line to cross from one point to another over the river. While wearing a harness, we clipped onto the rope to pull ourselves backwards. Bode had struggled with this challenge last year but I was pleasantly surprised when we both sailed across with ease, likely due to the slight decline in the angle.

By this point, I was feeling pretty indomitable. Sure, we weren’t winning and were getting passed up by stronger teams but were keeping a respectable pace and bonding.

Enter: The Darwin Dash.

A series of connecting foam pads were stretched out across West Lake and I blame the Spartan-racing father-son duo in front of us for my #EpicFail because they bounded across those things with the ease of kangaroos in the Outback. Bode went first, slipping, sliding and sometimes crawling but he eventually made it across. I gingerly stepped onto the mat, causing it to sink a couple of inches but I had no worries. Back in The Day, I took second place in my city’s long jump finals so I knew I had the fortitude to make the leap between pads. What I had not factored into the formula: everything else.darwin

In long jumping, you step as close to the takeoff board as you possibly can so that was the strategy I took and quickly realized the error of my ways when my foot sunk into the water, causing the rest of me to slip off. I desperately grasped the pads but I was waist-deep in water when I pulled myself out. Then panic set in: my cell phone was in my pocket. Though I had wisely left my backpack on dry land, I had forgotten about my phone. A spectator on the shore told me to toss it over to him to see if he could salvage it but I was rattled. Already down on my hands and knees, I was advised to crawl across.

That strategy worked poorly and I narrowly made it across to the second pad. I guardedly stood up, like a baby learning to walk, and attempted another leap but my water-logged shoes slipped off the edge and I landed squarely and completely in the dunk.

I was done. Bummed by my failure that resulted in the demise of my phone (and all our pictures from the race), I swam to shore where I met my sympathetic and sweet teammate.

“Don’t worry, Mom. That was the last obstacle. Now we run to the finish line.”

My drowned rat appearance wasn’t quite the triumphant finish I had envisioned but in the end, it didn’t matter. Participating in the Quest with my son is one memory we’ll never forget as we learned to work together on building confidence, teamwork, communication and, most importantly, having fun.

And I can’t wait to do the Kids Adventure Games’ Family Adventure Quest again next year.

Be sure to checkout my kids’ adventures last year and the fun video we pulled together here

Summer Fun in the Mile High City

The silver lining to our inability to sell our house is we’ve have an extended amount of time with our Colorado friends. We kept busy in June with all the fun things I love about living in Colorado. Bode wrapped up two weeks of swim lessons with his besties and also did four days of Cub Scout Twilight Camp.

Hadley has had so much fun with friends. They’re climbing a 14er (14,000-foot peak) for YW Girl’s Camp this week and I have taken them on a couple of training hikes up up up 11,7oo to the top of Chief Mountain, complete with sunshine, rain, gorgeous views and a touch of altitude sickness.

And then Hadley, Alex, Maeve, Addison and I explored my beloved Chautauqua Park where we hiked to a little-known spot with a quarry of rocky chaises, armchairs and sofas overlooking a killer view. We rewarded ourselves with a  very civilized lunch at the Dining Hall, the best outdoor dining in Colorado. 

A couple of weeks ago, we had our biggest ever turnout for our weekly hiking group at Lair ‘O the Bear. This is an annual summer tradition where we hike to hidden castle in the woods and I took the older kids on a more challenging loop and we then cooled off in Bear Creek.

Not to be forgotten, our family’s annual pilgrimage to St. Mary’s Glacier. It never disappoints!

Now that Hadley is 12, she is now able to receive a limited-use recommend to our LDS Temple. She did the work for her Great Grandma Mary Wilczynski, my dad’s grandmother on his mother’s side. We were so grateful to have her besties Maeve, Addison and Alex at her side (not pictured: Alicia), followed by a traditional stop at Chick-Fil-A. Her goal is to visit all 19 temples in Utah and it’s a pretty awesome goal to set.

I was contacted by goodnessknows snack squares about hosting a group ride for Bike to Work Day and we had a blast discovering hidden bike parks, playing in Ralston Creek, rope swinging, and tree climbing with some of our closest friends!

During some house showings, we had the ultimate downtown Denver playdate with Our Favorite Things: Flagship REI, playing at Confluence Park, exploring the Platte River Trail, Little Man Ice Cream and the movie Finding Dory. 

On the day we found out our house contract had fallen through for the second time, we drowned our sorrows at Bear Creek Lake Park with our besties.

Between Outdoor Lab High Achieving Week, our current ward’s YW Girls’ Camp and our new ward’s girl’s camp in Utah next week, Hadley will be gone for three weeks this summer. Bode has had plenty of down-time but I’ve also tried to keep him entertained. He’s had a blast at basketball camp  with his buddies, Porter, Carson and their little brothers this week.

Not included in our busy summer list: working and selling our house.

Let’s hope the latter happens sooner than later.

The Raging of the Bull

It’s been more than a year since I first saw the Apex Field House in Arvada advertise Bubble Soccer and I’ve since dreamed of playing it with Bode’s friends for his (early) birthday. After all, what could be more fun for a group of soccer-loving boys than to wear an over-sized inflatable suit and be encouraged to knock your buddies over?

The game itself is a cross between soccer and zorbing, a sport where an individual rolls down the side of a hill in a giant plastic orb. The main objective in bubble soccer is to bump, kick and score your way to your opponent’s net.

Now, lest you think this was a big Sumo wrestling free-for-all, let me assure you that is not the case comes later. Apex Center staffer Whitney started by explaining the rules that included the guideline: ”You can bump players but be careful not to make ‘illegal’ contact – which is hitting from behind, or against the wall (boarding).” She demonstrated how to slide the bubble over the boys’ heads, adjust the straps, grab the handles and GO!

Whitney threw the soccer ball in the air and the boys fearlessly waddled/rushed to the center of the field in an attempt to kick the ball. Truthfully, it took them a few minutes to get their balance and the strategy behind the game but once they figured it out, there was a lot of laughter, hilarious bumps and rolls and a couple of kids who got lodged upside down in the amazingly impact-absorbing globes.bubble1sm

 

My son has some friends who play competitive soccer and others who don’t play at all but everyone had a blast–those bubble suits are the great equalizer. There’s nothing like becoming a human wrecking ball to create memories to last a lifetime.

Sumo Showdown

After a sweaty and fun 50 minutes, Whitney gathered us together at center court for a Sumo Showdown to end our one-hour session. The boys faced off two at a time with the objective to push each other out of the circle.  In their bubble suits. And thankfully without thongs.

sumosmThey implemented a few different strategies that involved hitting each other straight-on, running away or trying to trip up their competition but there was none more nefarious that my dear husband Jamie. When I innocently challenged him to a duel, I expected a good-natured bump fest.

What I got: a raging bull with blood-thirsty eyes wrapped up in an over-sized bubble suit. With nostrils flaring, Jamie charged me like I was his dobladore on the streets of Pamplona’s old quarter. He didn’t just knock me over, he gored my bubble with such force that I not only fell flat on my back but he literally knocked my shoe off.

“What the?” I slowly staggered to my feet and before I could find a defensible position, he was back to finish me off, shoeless and all. This time, I didn’t get up.

“Why didn’t you stop the first time?” I demanded.

“You weren’t knocked out of the ring. I had unfinished business.”  Bull-Man did his victory lap playing to the cheers of the crowd.

I later shared the story with friends on social media, ending my tale with the hashtag #GuessWhoIsSleepingOnTheCouchTonight, to which my friend Paul retorted, “At least he’ll have his bubble suit to keep him warm.”

Hear, hear.

The final countdown

May has been a blur. Between house showings, endless cleaning, rain, rain and more rain, we’re so ready to be done with selling this house and school. I’ll get into the drama of selling our house later but here are a few of our happenings:

Mother’s Day

I had a memorable Mother’s Day with breakfast in bed, our traditional pie at church, Jamie’s delicious pulled pork burger and a walk at Prospect Park where children were forbidden to complain. And by “children,” I mean Hadley who, without fail, is always resistant to our walks but then is the one who loves it the very most. This time around, she went crazy documenting everything with my iPhone and vowed to paint the gorgeous scenery.

Final Piano Recital

The kids’ final piano recital with their longtime teacher Sister Mauger was bittersweet. For me, that is. For Jamie, it is a torturous experience to sit listening to other people’s kids for 1.5 hours.

They both did a great job, most impressively during their first duet ever. I didn’t record their actual performance (they did awesome) but here is a sampling of them practicing the week prior, complete with my finger and a fat cat. Can’t beat that!

Summer Olympic Games

I was on the committee to throw an awesome Summer Olympic-themed party…in overcast 50-degree weather. We still had a blast playing volleyball, tug-of-war, discus, rhythmic gymnastics, 50-meter dash, the limbo, croquet, bocce ball and the list goes on. It was a success–thanks to all the tremendous people in our ward!

School Talent Show

A few weeks ago, Bode announced he was trying out for the school talent show, something that surprised yet delighted me. He played his piano recital song, In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Grieg and nailed it. I wish I could say the same about the rest of the kids, many of whom proved it to be an “Untalent Show” (yes, comedy acts, I’m talking about you) but it was a fun night of silliness. Really, my only stressful moment was when the kids went on stage for a final bow. Bode started behind everyone, and then moved his way to the front. And then to center stage. I held my breath because, for one dreadful moment, I feared he was going to do a few break dancing moves. And let us be clear: his moves are not ready to go public.  

I’ve never been so relieved to see a kid jump off the stage.

Bode’s friend Nicky and his family came to support him. We grabbed  Hadley’s friend Alex and went to Bliss frozen yogurt after to celebrate and play games. 

I entitle this picture: Hyped up on sugar and fame.

Field Day

I looooooove Field Day, primarily because it used to be one of my favorite days of the year as a kid. Though neither of mine are athletic superstars, it is so fun to see them compete and triumph in their own circles.

The good: All the fun events, the kids’ awesome long jump performances and lunching after at Beau Jo’s with Hadley’s friends.

Winning his heat

The bad:

Evil sixth graders. In an effort to relive the glory days, I participated in the Kids vs. Parents tug-of-war. I was one step away from victory when those little buggers let go of the rope, sending the grown-ups spiraling backward. I slammed my head–hard–on the ground and ended up with a lovely head injury.

The Evil Ones

And yes, getting hurt at your child’s field day is as pathetic as it sounds.

Farewell, Glory Years.

 

Van Bibber’s Magic

One of the fantastic things I’ve loved about living in Skyline Estates is the network of trails that run from our backyard down to Stenger Soccer Complex along Van Bibber Creek all the way to Van Bibber Open Space. I’ve spent hundreds of hours walking, running, biking and roller-blading the 1.5-mile trail and dirt paths through this  wetlands habitat for waterfowl, amphibians and insects.

And young boys on a Friday night.

A few weeks ago, Bode’s besties Nicky and his brother Vinnie were hanging out at our house. Our plan was to bike to the 7-Eleven a few miles away but along the way, Bode suggested we stop in one of our favorite haunts in Van Bibber. The boys were game.

Now, something you should know about these boys: their parents run three of our town’s most successful pizza joints but they’re not really outdoorsy. Bode’s friendship with them involves hanging out around the neighborhood, playing video games, having killer lemonade stands and biking.

“This is the farthest I’ve ever been on my bike,” Vinnie observed when we were about a mile from his house. That kid was in for an adventure. When we arrived at our secret spot, we hopped off our bikes and Bode and Vinnie immediately jumped into the creek and it was so rewarding to see Vinnie come alive like I’ve never seen him before. “This is so much better than 7-Eleven! Let’s stay here!” And stay there we did.

It was the best boy’s night ever as we  climbed trees, jumped streams, played with sticks, found a decomposing animal and explored to our heart’s content.  And not to be forgotten: Snips and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails.

It’s what little boys are made of.

Bears Today, Webelos Tomorrow

Bode continues to love Cub Scouts and why wouldn’t he? The boy has the best leader ever (ME!) and it’s been fun to see him thrive. This is the first time I’ve taught him in a formal setting and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it–he’s fun and silly when appropriate but also a tremendous leader and sets the tone when it’s time to buckle down and work. He made me super proud to be his mom.

We’ve had a great group of boys who were not without their challenges but overall it’s been a great time. And it will be even greater to be released when we move. :-) A few of our recent adventures:

Hiking Ralston Creek

Majestic View Nature Center

Last week at our Pack meeting,  Bode was presented with his Bear award. A parent needs to go up there in order to be “pinned.” I’ve done it the last two years when he earned his Wolf and Bobcat so I suggested Jamie take a turn.

“No way, that’s a mother thing.”

“It is not. It’s your turn to go up there. How about we rock-paper-scissors over it?”

Now, something you should know about this challenge is I win almost every time, likely due to my stealth psychotic psychic skills.

Jamie lost.

And yes, we are the worst parents ever.

Congratulations on earning your Bear, Bode!

Learning manners from a neanderthal

We generally eat out about once a week–sometimes less when we’re at home and definitely more when we’re traveling. Since our house has been on the market, we’ve been eating at restaurants a lot more for the sole purpose that I don’t want to mess up our immaculate kitchen.

During one of our dinner outings, we were starving and our order was taking forever. When it finally arrived, we were ready to eat…except Hadley had not yet received her chicken pot pie.

Bode started to dive in when I reprimanded him [while also grabbing a wonton from my salad].

“Bode, what’s the polite thing to do? We wait to eat until everyone has been served.”

“Mom, but YOU took a bite.”

“I never said I was polite.”

The months leading up to our Midway move

From that unexpected moment in December when we first felt that strong impression that we were supposed to uproot our beloved Colorado life for the unknown in Midway, Utah, our past several months have been a blur.

January

  •  I spent most of January crying. Don’t ask about my ugly sobfest when I watched “Out of Africa” and Meryl Streep introduced her love affair of Kenya with “I had a farm in Africa.”  TIP: DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE IF YOU ARE MOVING FROM A LAND YOU LOVE.
  • I also spent January purging the house. I literally cleaned out every single room and we will have one heck of a garage sale next month. On April 15, we will celebrate our 12-year anniversary in this wonderful house. This was the home of my kids’ cherished childhood. It feels strange as they enter their tween/teen years they will have completely different memories in a new place.
  • Jamie and I flew in and out to Utah on the same day to meet with the builder to discuss initial plans. Funny story: when we first walked onto the property in December, it was foggy and we couldn’t see any views of Mount Timpanogos. On our return visit, we were literally blown away. It is the perfect view (minus annoying power lines). This picture is zoomed in of our yard.

February

  • We told the kids about the move. They cried, I cried. Jamie (The Man Who Never Cries) sympathetically consoled us while Fat Kitty looked at us like were lunatics. He has no idea of the trauma that awaits him this summer (Fat Dude hates any change and becomes unglued simply riding around the neighborhood in the car).
  • Told our closest friends. More crying.

March

  • Things are becoming real. Started fixing up the house for sale.
  • Spend a fortune on new carpet we’ll never enjoy.
  • Word of our move spreads like wildfire in our ward that has become our second family. Crying etc.
  • We visit Midway for Spring Break and introduce the kids to their new life.
About 95 percent of the homes are completed in our new neighborhood and only a few remain including our lot and our immediate neighbor’s but I was thrilled to see their cars and told Jamie, “we need to go meet them!” We hadn’t taken even two steps out of our car when Ellen FLEW out of her house, exclaiming, “are you our new neighbors?” And just like that, she and her husband Dave welcomed us with open arms to the hood.

The good: She is my twin in twenty years and her husband is just like Jamie. Plus, they fed us coconut cookies.
The bad (for Hadley): She offered to become our kids’ piano teacher.

During our visit to Utah, we had planned to go to our new ward hoping to meet a few new people but church was canceled due to the Provo City Center Dedication. But the timing of our Spring Break visit was otherwise perfect. Hadley was able to attend an overnight retreat with the young women from our new ward and made a few friends. She will go to YW Girl’s Camp in our Colorado ward and then a week later with her Utah one. It was a relief that she was able to bond with the new girls before showing up for camp!

So, that left Bode. I’m concerned about both of them with this move for different reasons. Hadley has a lot of friends but sometimes takes a while to warm up to people and then she’s the life of the party. However, if she doesn’t click or fit in, she’s fine with going it alone. Case in point: She’ll often hang out with friends on the bus but if they’re not around, she’d rather just sit by herself than be with someone she doesn’t like.  It’s good that she’s comfortable enough with herself to just be by herself but sometimes not so good when she would rather not put forth the effort. Starting at a new middle school without knowing anyone is no stroll in the park.

Bode is the complete opposite. His friends are his world and he collects them like trash on his bedroom floor (translation: he has a lot). Everywhere he goes, he makes a new BFF. This is a great quality but the worry is what happens if he doesn’t click with the kids there? He’s a thoughtful, sensitive kid and it would be waaaay more devastating to him than Hadley.

Hadley’s retreat was at the Young Women’s President’s house in our neighborhood who has a daughter Hadley’s age and a 9-year-0ld son like Bode. I mentioned I’d like them to meet so Bode would at least know one person before the move but her son Tommy was at his grandma’s a block away. Just as we started to leave, another  boy, Titus, showed up asking if Tommy was around to play.

And this is where my Mama Bear My Children Must Make Friends instinct kicked in. “Tommy isn’t here but would you like to go with Bode up the street to his grandma’s house?” Titus was game so he and Bode walked together while I followed them in the car.

Yes, it was as creepy as it sounds.

It got worse. We arrived at the house but Grandma wasn’t home. Tommy and his siblings (I think there are 8 of them?) were in the care of their teenage brother. I hesitated. Surely I shouldn’t leave Bode there with no grandparental supervision, right? I followed Bode and Titus to the basement where Tommy was hanging out with his brother.

I went for it. “Hey, we’re moving into the neighborhood and are wondering if Bode can hang out for a few minutes?”

Yes, it was as awkward as it sounds.

They hesitatingly agreed and for the first time, poor Bode looked uncomfortable. I cheerfully assured him, “I’ll be back soon” and drove back to our lot to meet Jamie. Because our home is one of the last in the neighborhood to be built, we were not able to see our actual model before committing. Scary, right? Our neighbor across the street, Jan, generously opened up her home for us to tour and for the first time, we were able to see the layout.

The good: Jan is awesomely friendly and talked a lot.
The bad: Jan is awesomely friendly and talked a lot.

Normally I’d be thrilled with such a warm reception but remember that I dumped poor Bode at a grandma’s house without a grandma with kids he didn’t know? That few minutes turned into an hour and I agonized as time ticked on. I finally had to politely excuse ourselves and raced back over to the house. As I walked up to the door, I noticed something in the distance–a child riding a scooter that looked suspiciously like Bode.  I walked down to the street. Yep, it was Bode. He raced around the corner with Tommy and Titus in hot pursuit.

“Bode, did you have fun?”
“Definitely!”
“Have you been exploring?”
“Yes! We went back over to Tommy’s house and he loaned me this scooter. Do you know what we just discovered?!!! A SINKHOLE in an open field behind our new neighborhood.”

Something tells me that boy is going to be just fine. Let’s just hope the rest of us will follow.

Guide to How to Embarrass Your Children

In the kids’ younger years, they had no frame of reference regarding just how uproarious and embarrassing I really am. Now at ages 9 and 11, those days are over. I suppose I could be The Good Mom and dial it back a little but since I like to have fun, why not have a bit of enjoyment at my children’s expense?

When I purged my entire house in January, I stuffed everything in garbage bags but have recently been on an obsessive quest for boxes for my blow-out garage sale next month.  There are three options:

1) Buy new. The challenge: I’m too cheap and who wants to waste money on an inanimate object made of cardboard?

2) Stalk Craigslist. We buy quite a few things off Craigslist but I try to avoid it whenever possible. Sure, there are plenty of free boxes posted but they’re rarely in my area and who wants to risk being stuffed in your newly acquired box by a serial killer?

3) Pillage the neighborhood. Trust me, pirates never had this much fun.

Wednesday has become my favorite day of the week because it’s our garage day; recycling is every two weeks and equal unto Disneyland!

Now, lest you think I’m rummaging through my neighbors’ garbage, that’s only partially true.  CLICK TO KEEP READING

My failed attempt at campaign manager

At the beginning of the school year, my fourth grader Bode announced he was running for Student Council and hoped to be one of two kids elected to represent his class.

I was pleased with his aspirations. He’s an affable, friendly bloke and has always been a born leader. His preschool teacher frequently commented what an obedient kid he was and how he was always motivating others to make good choices, a trait he still has.

My daughter, on the other hand, takes after me with a more Joseph Stalin-dictator approach. During her toddler years at library storytime, she’d be singing and dancing, would stop in her tracks when she saw kids doing the actions incorrectly and forcibly correct them. Because they were obviously too stupid to figure it out for themselves.

At my kids’ elementary school, only grades 4-6 are eligible for Student Council. I’d never been involved in student government until my junior year at BYU when I ran for–and shockingly won–the position of Executive Director of Public Relations. My belated political aspirations may-or-may not have been about making a difference and had more to do with the cute guy who announced the position opening in our communications class.

Since Bode still can’t stomach kissing on TV, I was pretty sure he was running for all the right reasons and wasn’t in it impress any hotties. I turned to my friend Lisa, mother of 5, for some advice.

Me: “How long should his speech be?”

Her: “Just a few minutes. Have him talk about things he can actually do, like being inclusive and not promising two hour recess.”

Me: “Can he bring bribery campaign treats?”

Her: “Within reason.”

Note to self: Scratch the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory-themed party.

He: “Does he do any other campaigning like posters?”

Her: “You’re way overthinking this.”

I ignored her slight and took on my new role as campaign manager with all the zealousness of Reece Witherspoon in the satire dramedy Election. That night at dinner, I casually brainstormed campaign slogans. “How about Bode, Bode, he’s not ‘grody.’”

Husband: “You’re setting him up to a lifetime of being bullied. Kids  have yet to figure out ‘grody’ is the only thing that rhymes with his name.”

“How about ’Bode, he’s your guy. If you don’t vote him, he will cry.’”

Husband: “You’re fired.”

I wasn’t sure if he really meant it or if he was referencing Donald Trump’s second GOP debate where he was a political punching bag.

Undaunted, I went out of town for a few days but promised Bode I’d help him fine-tune his speech later. Upon my return, I met him at the bus stop.

“Guess what, Mom. I won the election?”

[Insert my panic attack; I had missed it?]

“What do you mean you won? You weren’t supposed to give your speech until Monday!”

“I know. There were eight of us who said we wanted to run but I was only one of two who turned in my paperwork on time.”

Co-Class President by default? We’ll take it.

And so begins a promising political career.