The thing about new carpet is that it is tested quickly, and often without compassion. It must be durable beneath the feet of every beast, the spill of assorted beverages that aren’t supposed to be there, and a layer of pet hair that promises to increase rug thickness (and itchiness) on a daily basis.
However, there is another test that every rug must face, and perhaps it is the most important one of all. It is the test of flight.
The boys, according to them, sat in the center of our new rug, kept all hands and feet in an upright position, and said, “Lift.”
And it did.
To be clear, I’m only telling you what they told me.
The rug rose slowly at first, and then took off like a dart through the open French doors. They flew toward their school, thought better of it, and then made a hard right to Disneyland, which is a fairly quick trip when traffic is taken out of the equation. They enjoyed a quick spin on California Screamin’, then stopped by the LEGO Store to pick up a few pointers from some friends, and then the sky was the limit — or ocean as the case may be.
The trip across the Pacific to Hawaii was smooth sailing and took just under an hour, which is mainly due to tailwinds, but there is also quite a bit of power under the hood (or fiber as the case may be). The rug has some get-up-and-go. Apparently.
The boys landed on the big island, did a little surfing and then, as it was nearly dinner, decided to head home.
All of which happened just moments before I found them where I left them — sitting on the rug, covered in sand, and looking more than a tad bit guilty.
I handed them the vacuum and left them to the labors of their imagination. I also put in a standing order for fresh pineapple. Just in case.
Pictures by Atticus (top) and Zane as further proof of their adventures.
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