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The Chicklets are on Patrol

Last night was the BIG night.

No, I’m not talking about Dancing With the Stars and the first show without Kate.

*Bad AuburnChick*

What I am referring to is Chicky and Rooster’s final night of lifeguarding class – THE night when they had to take their final exams.

Rooster had been nervous for a few days, concerned about the emergency scenario he would be given.  He had not done well on the practice test last week.

I did not get to see the kids before they left because I had gone to teach a couponing class (more on that in another post).

But, I did take Rooster aside and pray with him.

The Mr. and I waited up for them.  We were actually surprised when class went the full length…until 10pm.

We waited anxiously.

Rooster texted me to let me know they were headed home (a safety rule in this house)…

“On our way home,” he said.

“And…” I asked.

“Chicky failed part of her test, but I passed,” he said.

“Please tell me you’re kidding,” I said, hollering to the Mr. that Chicky supposedly “failed.”  I was doubtful because we like to play jokes on one another.

“Yeah,” Rooster texted back.

Oy.  The boy can be cruel sometimes.

The kids walked in the house shortly after, laughing at the trick they pulled.

Yeah, yeah.  All was forgiven when they proudly displayed their lifeguarding and CPR certificates.

I am so proud of them for hanging in there.  I am proud of them for acting responsibly by looking and preparing for jobs rather than taking the lazy way out and whiling away the summer eating Doritos and playing Xbox.

I chuckled when a parent come up to me at church and ask if he could send his son to my house for training.