This morning after the boys left for school I was tidying up in the kitchen and noticed that my cute li’l tree/clock ensemble had been rearranged into a war zone. Hey at least they used the apple-green army man. That displays truly tasteful color savvy, me thinks.
And then I examined the wall where, moments before Zero-count down ( last-moment-to-“get-out-the-door-before-the-bus-leaves-you!” ) I had noticed them consulting secretly and Mark frantically rubbing . This shoe mark is obviously the result of an errant defensive kick meant to protect the innocent from marauding enemy creatures. I think of our home as a peaceful place, but maybe there’s a fourth dimension that you have to be eight and male to perceive.
No matter, I’ll bake some more cookies – that always yanks them back to my reality.
And off they go again. I give them the books, but they go places I never knew were between the pages.
Another happy day with Boys.
