Why, you may ask, is The Husband up in the neighbor's tree? I'm surprised you had to ask: Didn't everyone's eldest son receive a remote-controlled helicopter for Christmas?
The problem, you see, is that Boy #1 has yet to play with said helicopter. It came with very explicit instructions about its operation -- most importantly that one is not to attempt to fly it if the temperature is below 50 degrees or if there's the slightest bit of wind.
After several failed attempts by The Husband and The Grandfather (that would be my dad, who gifted the helicopter) to fly it a week or so ago, The Husband decided that the time was ripe last weekend. Unfortunately for him, he was mistaken.
Flying was going exceptionally well, I have to admit. I was just getting ready to remark that maybe he shouldn't take it quite so high (in the range of the 2nd story of The House), when the wind took it into our neighbor's tree.
You'd think it would be fairly easy to dislodge a smallish toy from the branches of a barren oak tree. You would be wrong.
One ladder, one long branch lopper, a comforter and several neighbors later. . .
and the heli was back in The Boy's hands. (Mind you, he still hasn't gotten to play with his toy. Ahem.)
I'll leave out the part where The Husband then dropped the lopper, which narrowly missed Boy #2 and caused this writer not a small bout of anxiety.
So. . .more surprises for us. It does, indeed, take a village. I'm just grateful the neighbors were all home to help.