So there I am, relaxing on Waikiki Beach, getting my sun on when all of a sudden my sister hollers for me.
I turn to look at her.
She’s reclining in the shade of a banyan tree, avoiding the sun, which is exactly what I SHOULD be doing but AM NOT.
“WHAT?” I yell back.
She points to the banyan tree.
Standing in the banyan tree, about 15 feet up in the air, is my son Duncan.
He’s gone and gotten himself STUCK UP A TREE IN HAWAII.
Time to rescue my almost-18-year-old son who thinks he’s so grown up.
This is not the first time I’ve saved his butt.
There was that time he went snorkeling among speedboats in Tahoe.
And pretty much his ENTIRE childhood I spent keeping him on a leash because he liked to walk into traffic.
So this was nothing new to me.
“Please don’t break anything,” I said to him when I got close.
We walked over to the side of the tree he had climbed up and he proceeded to jump down and. . .well, see for yourself.
Just so you know, no matter how grown up they are, they still need a mother.