Hook and Bullet Club

by Nick Wognum

Being a grandparent of a soon to be five year-old girl brings with it a flurry of emotions with every visit.
Out in Moorhead last weekend Kinlee was a non-stop bundle of energy.
She served us meals from her toy kitchen and even had McDonald’s items to choose from. Based on our stop in Chisholm on the way over, I’m thinking Kinlee’s pretend food was as good or better.
She even wrote down our orders with an apron around her waist - first class service, no doubt.
On Saturday she had a play date at Sky Zone, a trampoline park in Fargo.
We got there at 9 a.m., which is a time set aside for the younger kids. After putting on special socks, Kinlee and her two friends were off and running.
First they climbed up several steps under the watchful eye of a teenage worker and jumped to a large trampoline below.
From there it was off to a larger jumping area with multiple trampolines. With all the kids running around, it was tricky at times to figure out which one was Kinlee.
She never slowed down, running and jumping for an hour, which was exhausting just watching her.
Back at home the weather was nice enough to play in the backyard, scoot down the sidewalk on her bike or learn to play tic-tac-toe with chalk on the sidewalk.
Jacob was able to take down the Christmas lights he had strung up on the peak of his roof. I held the ladder. Heights and I are no longer friends.
I told him of the time we moved into our house on Boundary Street and he threw something up on the roof.
No big deal, I thought, I’ll just hop up there and get it for him. That was the last time I was ever two stories up on a roof.
We didn’t tell Kinlee we put the ladder on the back deck so Jacob could get on his roof. I have no doubt in my mind she would have followed him right up there. The girl has no fear.
We stayed an extra night and got to spend a full weekend with Jake, Kyah and Kinlee. A Monday off of work never felt so good.