Entry FeedYesterday we took a quick trip north for some fresh air. It was nice getting out the of the city for the afternoon. We decided to take the kids for a canoe ride.
A large teen was on the banks of the river (we weren't actually near a sea, of course), and had himself wedged into a kayak. A woman (perhaps his mother) asked Husband to help push him into the water. Of course Husband obliged.
A few minutes later, we were still onshore getting the kids and their life jackets sorted out, the teen returned with the kayak and said that he wanted out. While Grandpa held the kayak to the shore, Husband grabbed the kid under the arms, planted one foot on the kayak for leverage, and pulled the kid free. It took a few minutes, and Husband's face was red with the exertion. Husband is not a small man, but I figure that the kids at least 60 pounds on him.
A few minutes later we were paddling down the river, when Husband started laughing and couldn't stop.
"That kid could have drowned in front of us, and we couldn't have done anything about it!" He said, "If he would have flipped the kayak, he would have been a goner for sure. And I was the one who pushed that kid into the water!"
I guess it was the whole "danger averted" / "nervous tension" that made husband laugh so hard. It was sort of funny watching him try to pull the kid from the kayak...