There’s a SNAKE in my CAR!

After spending a day at the park, my boys and several friends piled into my minivan for the ride home.

A few minutes into the drive, Clark (age 7) says, “Hey mom, remember that snake we found at the park? Well, I snuck him in the car, and he got away from me.”

WHAT!? There’s a SNAKE slithering around my car?!

All I can think about is this snake laying babies under a mat, then eating all the crumbs in my car and growing six feet long before we can find it.

There is also a sweet little five-year-old friend, whose parents have entrusted to me, going into a full-on freak out! He hates snakes. He puts his hands straight up, lifts his legs off the floor and starts yelling:

“I’m SCARED of SNAKES!

I don’t like snakes!

Help!

I hate Snakes!

Don’t let the snake get me!!

I’m scared! Help!”

He’s freaking out … I’m freaking out (on the inside – trying to keep it together on the outside)!

Meanwhile, Clark is totally calm. George (age 9) is entertained. Paul (5) and Luke (3) think this is the best day ever.

I pull over into the first parking lot I can find and tell Clark to FIND THE SNAKE.

“We aren’t leaving until you REMOVE the snake from my car.”

After looking around for a few minutes, Clark finds the snake and puts him outside where he belongs.

Sweet and panicked five-year-old friend calms down. I calm down.

We all get home safely.

And this, friends, is just another day in the life of a #boymom!

If you want to know more about life with Clark, click here!