It's Hard to Be a Kid

Apparently it's a hard lesson for a 6&7 year old to learn: when Mom says it's time to pick up & you've got 15 minutes to do it, Mom means business.

Yes, apparently it's more appealing to fight, bug each other, and get distracted by the hot pink stamp you found--and stamp hot pink butterflies on your noses and eyes and everywhere else. But it's not so appealing when the timer dings, the mess is still everywhere, and thus consequences must ensue. And no, Mom won't fall for the excuse that your little sister forced you against your will to stamp your face in 5 places. Nice try.

And to my 2 year old: you added a nice touch by wrapping yourself in the curtains and suspending yourself from our not-so-sturdy new curtain rod. I appreciate your thoughtfulness amidst all the chaos. Daddy enjoyed it also--coming home after 2 days of overtime up at the farm, walking down to the back entrance to surprise his kiddos and seeing you there on your own personal flying trapeze. It was a good welcome home greeting. Thank you for that.

Oh, to y'all: don't be surprised if today at VBS you see two girls with rosy pink noses, and one with a scab, too. (She discovered on her own that the butterfly stamp doesn't rub off very well.)