Sweet Boy#3—Pats my leg and feels that it is sort of…pokey. I explained that I needed to shave. He solemnly informed me—“You should do it soon, because if someone feels right here (he pats my leg again) they’ll expect soft but…ugh!”
I am out in the living room while the boys are having their tub. Our power is off and so I had to put a small lantern in the bathroom to give them light. I hear this conversation—Sweet Boy#1—“Gasp! But that was Mom’s favorite.” Sweet Boy#2—“I didn’t know!” Hmmm…I went to investigate and discovered that my middle boy had dipped my favorite lantern flashlight thing into the tub. At least it wasn’t the toilet this time.
Sweet Boy#2–Brought home a pile of school papers in his backpack. One of them was a handwriting practice sheet. It read: “When it was raining fire the flaming dog dug into a well because he was on fire.”