The skate park had it’s official grand opening last weekend.
It’s been open for a couple of months, but Saturday was the official gig with pro skaters competing and all kinds of fun stuff, including a raffle.
Henry asked if we could buy some tickets. Wanting to support these local guys, and secretly hoping Henry won free skate sessions or maybe a new skateboard, I obliged and bought ten.
Later that afternoon, my phone rang.
“Hi, this is OneWay. Congratulations, Henry won the mini fridge!”
I literally belly laughed into the phone.
My five year old won a mini fridge.
A Rockstar. mini. fridge.
They were giving away t-shirts and skateboards and lots of other gear, with the biggest, most coveted prize being the…you guessed it…mini fridge.
Of course my five year old wins it. Of course.
“Hey buddy, you know who I just got off the phone with?”
“The skate shop.”
“Did I win a prize???!!!!”
“Yup. A fridge.”
And here I thought he would be disappointed.
Cue begging to go get said fridge right then and there. Now. Not wait until Dad gets home.
Because I’m a sucker, I loaded up the Fab Four and headed back to the mall and some poor teen helped me wrestle this incredibly heavy thing into my car.
Heavy because it’s really well built.
Really well built because it’s meant for commercial uses.
You know, like 7-11s and such.
And there it is. In the garage. In all its holographic bedazzled bad self.
It’s just so Us, don’t you think? So lovely juxtaposed against my ruffled aprons and milk glass.
The kid is excited. Like, ridiculous excited.
He tells anyone willing to listen.
Including our pastor who immediately exclaimed “Come with me!”…took Henry up to his office…and brought my kid back beaming to the moon and back because he had the first precious items to put in his Rockstar Mini Fridge.
Also? It’s always the Rockstar Mini Fridge.
Never just fridge. Or mini.
Do you see that face?
Hands in his pockets all cool like?
Trying to contain how stoked he is.
Did I mention it lights up?
Because of course it does.
So the next time you’re at an am.pm I want you to think of me. And Henry. But mostly me.
***Also, off topic, but I’m gonna be totally bossy and tell you to head over to Momastery today and seriously consider taking part. Amazing. Just absolutely amazing. I love me some good people.