A Football in a Palm Tree

Yesterday, I met a friend at the park so our girls could play. Because it was a furlough day, the boys came along to play football.

While heading to the field, Brandon grabbed Jordan’s football and began throwing it in the air to try and knock some coconuts off of a palm tree. The ball never came down, nesting firmly on one of the fronds.

So Brandon decided to throw a water bottle up to knock it out. Guess what? The water bottle didn’t come down.

So Brandon got another water bottle and threw it into the palm tree. THAT water bottle didn’t come down either!

Then another boy came walking by with a bucket of tennis balls. After losing two of his tennis balls to the tree he gave up and headed to the courts.

Next, Brandon got my umbrella and attempted to javelin the football out of the tree. CAN YOU GUESS WHAT HAPPENED?

My UMBRELLA got stuck up there too!

By now, Brandon had spent about an hour wrestling with this tree. He had tried “Bear Grylls-ing” his way up the tree; he and his brothers had attempted a human pyramid to reach the numerous items that are stuck.

Finally, a parks and rec. man came to Brandon’s aid with a basketball. He didn’t lose his ball to the tree but gave up, telling Brandon, “That’s not comin’ down, dawg.”

Later that afternoon, my friend went home and got her mango picker. (A mango picker is a long pole with a metal hook on the end).

Guess what? She was able to recover the football!

For the past day, I’ve been trying to rewrite The Twelve Days of Christmas to go along with my mini-adventure. 3 Brenes boys, 2 water bottles, and a football in a palm tree. J