So my family is obsessed with water sports - skiiing, wakeboarding, tubing, jetskiiing, fishing, if it has something to do with the water, we're in. So while my brother John and his family were visiting, we took Dad's Jetski out. It wasn't the warmest of days, but it was as good as we were going to get in Wellington during Autumn.
I wasn't allowed to go on it, something about being pregnant, Tui was to scared to go on it, and so it was left up to Malachi to represent the Tafuna's. He went out with Grandad and had a blast. He had a real adventure.
So out he went, having a fantastic time, telling Grandad, "faster faster!". Then he pushed a button. And the Jetski died. Yes died. While they were way out there.....'
So they called Uncle Richard to swim out and pull them back in.
Uncle Richard didn't like that idea very much. Luckily a fellow boater came to the rescue.
Malachi thought it was great, he got pulled along by a boat, he got to pat their dog that they had. He couldn't have been happier being stranded out at sea.
So he went off for a ride on his own......
Well, not really. Maybe when he's older, like next year.
But ever since then, when he walks past the Jetski he tells us "Malachi Jetski Grandad go fast water!" So I'd say he had fun.
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