Reaching Out to the Rolling Stone

Before I begin my little tale, I have to tell you that we are Indiana Jones fans (well, except for that awful Temple of Doom movie). We love the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland (well, except for Liam, who closed his eyes the whole time and came away crying because it was loud and unpredictable).

I also have to tell you that for the past few years as we drive to our local swimming pool for swimming lessons that we have to drive down a steep (but short) ravine and up the other side to reach the pool. Evan, Bronwyn, and Liam and I would pretend as we started down the drop side that the enormous boulder from the first Indiana Jones movie would be rolling behind us to smash us flat if we didn't hurry up the other side and get out of the way. We all yell in mock terror about the boulder coming to get us.

Liam is now the only one left to take swimming lessons, which started on Monday. Today, long before reaching the ravine road, Liam suggested that maybe we could promise the boulder a sandwich in return for not rolling down to smash us flat. And maybe the boulder would also like a drink and a bag of chips -- Fritos or Sun Chips -- to go with the sandwich. Liam thought we ought to make friends with the boulder. So when we reached the last stop sign before dropping down into the ravine, Liam called out a promise of food to the boulder in exchange for not rolling after us.

It worked. We now have a sandwich-and-chip-eating Boulder as our friend on the way to swimming lessons. I kinda miss the yelling, though.