My kids were the only ones at the Halloween party on Sunday not wearing store-bought costumes.
The only ones.
When I was a kid we felt sorry for the kids with store bought costumes. Now I feel like cheap-skate mom. Surely if I loved my children I would spend my money on them and not my time.
What are the chances that while on the short walk to the bus stop for afternoon pick up both the twins will run down our dirt road at top speed and then fall down face first; one scrapping his knee, the other the palm of his hand?
Unfortunately, the chances are really good.
One morning, out of nowhere, N came downstairs and announced, "today we ride horses."
S jumped right on that bandwagon.
I said I didn't know of any places where we could go horseback riding but he seemed unconvinced.
Later that morning, in the car on the way to the library, N said he'd forgotten his gun, which he needed in order to "shoot horses, make them come."
I suggested that maybe we could make them come just by calling them - without having to shoot them to which Silas said, "you have phone?"
It was another "Waiting for Godot" moment, courtesy of my twins.
Luckily N & S got to go on the pony rides at the Freyburg Fair - without having to shoot any ponies.
Twinkies stay soft forever, but the erasers on the pencils my kids got last year are all hard as rocks.
Maybe they need to start making erasers out of the same stuff as Twinkies.
Then the pencil manufacturers could get some government subsidies via the U.S. Farm Policy.
song: The Sweetest Thing • artist: JJ Grey & Mofro