A few weeks back, when our crew was taking turns inserting our faces into the toilet bowl and weren’t yet aware Chili’s Spinach Artichoke Dip–not the plague– was behind all the fun, we were at a loss of what to do with a healthy Little Sis. Keep your distance, but don’t look like you’re keeping …
Lady Friend loves Little Sis’ hair poofed into oblivion. Me, not so much.
I lose.
So this is our “the clothes are out of the dryer but I don’t feel like doing anything with them” laundry stratification pile. It’s awesome.
And that’s because…
…it also doubles…
… as Sneaky Sneakerton’s “hide so you can scare Mama” pile as well.
Every working afternoon, around 3:30 or 4:00, I get a call.
Me: “Hello?”
Little Dude: “Hellllooooooooow…?”
Me: “Hey, Buddy! What’s up?”
Little Dude: “Nothing. Mama’s changing Little Sis’ diaper. So how are you doing?”
I then hear about everything, from what went down at school, to plans to hunt for bones, to the latest Dinosaur Train factoid, to his schedule …
Little Dude’s Halloween arrived with a bang–BEST DAY EVER!!–and went out with a literal whimper. More on that whimper in a minute.
First, the bang. Little dude spotted a spider in one of our window wells! Awesome! As I lowered him in for a closer look, he found a Garter Snake coiled under some leaves! Super-Awesome! …
So ends Halloween 2009, with a 4 year old robot demanding a different treat on the front porch of the King Sized candy bar mansion. #
Dressed as a teenage kid… Which is pretty much like every other day. #
Dear Trunk or Treat: We’re the house with the big candy bars and we don’t want any …
