This afternoon, the kids asked if they could shovel the snow off the lake so they could play around on the ice. Sure! Why not?
Then, my dear husband had to suggest plowing a patch of frozen lake with the ATV instead ... you know ... men and their love of motorized toys. So ... he and our two oldest kids climb on the ATV. They get driving at the wreckless speed of 5 mph ... and who should they immediately encounter at the end of the driveway? A DNR dude, of course, doing his best to ensure all lawbreakers are caught.
Jeff promptly learns that the ATV isn't registered, the children must have helmets on, and there can only be one passenger.
"Ummm ... it's my Dad's ATV. I never thought it might not be registered. He is always on top of things ... always registers everything ... this probably just got overlooked. And, as for my kids, I'm way more concerned about their safety than you are ... I was only going five miles an hour ... and I didn't even know they had to have helmets on."
Jeff's defense fell on deaf ears.
So ... how much did this little episode cost us?
(You know ... tickets always stink because it feels like such a waste of money. You get nothing for your money ... except frustration.)