I wanted to wait to post till I was sure I was giddy with joy, because I tell you Reader, the winter has been a suckfest. I was waiting for the third boot to drop, you know how bad news comes in threes. But Stella's teacher who spoils me rotten with her adoration for my kids, told me I could use her brother for my third thing. He's battling cancer. So thank you Miss K. I am done now. And I will pray for your brother even though I'm a budding atheist. And with the melting snow, let's just say I should give myself the gift of one of those light hats for next winter. The sun makes everything so much better. So does a doofy Adam Sandler movie. So yes, laughter made a comeback this evening. Praise be.
On a serious note, the photo above is documentation of my children's first collaborative covert mission to break the house rules. They climbed on top of the kitchen counter, wangled the stash down from the highest shelf in the cabinet, and ate all that crap. The incident occurred when I was napping a day or so after V-day, which somehow has become Halloween junior, which grates on my nerves. I mean, Lik-a-Stik? Valentines that come attached to little bits of candy? Cupcake and cookie party? Really? We need that shit? Teachers like this nonsense in their classrooms? I ask you.
So yeah, I had this sinus infection, the kind that gives you a raging toothache and keeps you up half the night. I come downstairs, it's about five P.M., time to thaw the beef, and I hear, "Mommy's coming," and then Hamish smiles the guilty toothless smile and even his gums are blue. The jig was up. The funny thing is, I didn't get mad. I just thought, well it's about frigging time they made mischief together, and collected the wrappers from the trash can to photograph. I mean they actually threw away their own garbage. It was miraculous. Then when they were in the living room playing with their Zhu Zhu pets, I threw away all the candy they didn't eat. I am telling you now, I am stuffing band-aids in their Easter eggs, and we are giving out dental floss next Halloween. No one will come to our door. Whatevs.
I wonder what they'll do next. I'd better go hide the scissors.