so i got up with PositiveRoleModel’s alarm this morning, at 6 am. it was still dark outside, and of course we had stayed up way too late the night before, so i had my eyes open just enough to avoid slamming my elbows into the banister and walls as i careened down the stairs. since the boys generally wake up on their own around 7 AM, with the occasional need for a boot to the butt at 7:30, i figured i’d have some time to myself to make coffee and breakfasts and lunches, maybe get some laundry folded.
so i was startled by the front door opening inward (and nearly smacking me in the face.) SpazMonkey and DramaQueen came tumbling in the door, in sweatshirts and rainboots and stocking caps. with mud-caked shovels. peeking out the glass panes in the front door, i could see, just at the limit of the porch lights’ reach, a pretty impressive hole next to our front walk.
the boys noticed me, and froze there with eyes wide and mouths clamped shut. we were all trying to think of something to say.
it was SM who came up with something. “I’M LOOKIN FOR MY CEREAL.” he marched off to the kitchen as if he had been heading that way all along, theatrically craning his neck this way and that.
DQ grinned. “Yeah. I want cinnamon toast crunch, please!”
so after i delivered my “Lying: How Much Worse a Punishment Becomes When You Do It” speech, we discussed exactly why it was a punishment to have to fill the hole back in. with teaspoons.
