the blazing inferno of the ride home! help!

We're at that annoying time of year where it's quite chilly in the morning, but by the time afternoon rolls around the sun is radiating it's warmth rather effectively.

Yesterday when my daughter arrived home from school she burst into tears (not an uncommon occurrence these days) because the baby was taking a nap and she couldn't change into shorts and. (sob) she. (sniff) was. (sob, sob) so. (SOB!) HOT!!!!!!!! that she was about to DIE. (Or at least melt. down. Ha-ha, just a little parent humor).

Being the on-the-ball mother that I am, I was aware that today was going to be a little warmer in the afternoon, so this morning I instructed her not to wear pants. She chose a skirt. Cute. Pink. Not hot.

As she zipped up her little coat (that ends up in the backpack for the ride home) she said to me "I wish I had a leg jacket, cause that would be cool." Yes, it would. It would also look funny.

Maybe we just need to invest in a pair of leg warmers or something.

our macabre souls

So last Sunday evening after dinner, a few of my brothers and sisters and I pulled out Clue for a quick game of "whodunit?" Just as we were setting up, my six year-old wanders in, full of curiosity about the game, which really exposed us to the morbidity of the whole thing.

"Somebody got killed?"
Well, yeah. Mr. Body. The guy who owns the house.

"Who killed him?"
Well, one of us. Sort of. Like, Mr. Green. In the study. Because, you know.

"Why?"
For the sake of the game, my dear girl. This is all about the game!

"How do you kill someone with a (insert various weapon here; think: lead pipe/candlestick/rope, etc.)"
Well...that's not something we really want to dwell on. Ahem! And it's certainly not something we really want you dwelling on...

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In the end, it was Mrs. White, actually, in the study. I believe she used the candlestick, which of course, is what any self-respecting housekeeper in the study would use.

the key to brushing a two year-old's teeth

...is that the first time, you have to bribe him with sugar. Yes, I know. Seems counter-productive. But it works. (I mean, after that you don't offer sugar, you just brush...and then do a quick mis-direction past the marshmallows. Hey, I was surprised it worked, too. But it did!)

(Also, it's not that he's never had his teeth brushed before ~ we've just hit that patchy "two year-old" period of life, you know what I mean.)

Happy Friday.