So, now the clowns are involved in the movie of the week on the way home. Hell doesn't break loose now until we land in our big top foyer.
"Mom! What's for dinner?" and no matter which answer I give, I am most often met with "I don't like that! I don't want that! I'm not going to eat that!"
Yesterday was one of the better days. Everyone was pleased with the night's dinner choice (tacos) and the clowns were excited because they could play outside while they waited for dinner to be ready for them.
I watched the three clowns on the playset outside through the window above the sink in the kitchen as I made dinner. They were playing and running and chasing and loudly discussing strategy and their next moves. Buddy "died" dramatically in the backyard grass several times.
Punkin climbed to the uppermost "deck" of the playset, and I noticed that she is nearly too tall to stand up there. As I considered this, she saw me watching her and promptly grinned and waved.
A thought crossed my mind, and before my grownup inner voice could say "No, don't do that", I threw my hands up in the air, made a goofy face, stuck out my tongue, and dropped to the floor -- all in full view of that window above the sink.
I waited a beat or two, then slowly stood back up and peeked out the window. Punkin was still standing on that upper deck, mouth open in disbelief for a moment before she began laughing.
The two of us were laughing at eachother, which attracted the attention of the two littles. In order to find out what was up, they climbed up on the deck bench and peeked in the kitchen window at me. I made another goofy face and again dropped to the floor. After that, I split the rest of the time before dinner being "shot" and "dying" while I made dinner, chatted with Hubby, cleared out the dishwasher and set the table. I could hear the kids giggling through the kitchen window.
Dinner was a bit later than usual, but for once in a very long while, Happy Hour, really was Happy.