Now I know the Bible says that ‘vengeance is mine saith the Lord’, but I must admit that it felt absolutely wonderful to get even with my children this weekend. In fact FringeMan and I were on such a delighted high that we’ve mapped out every haunted house and cornfield in the great state of New York.
My son, who spent the entire day talkin a bunch of smack, hid behind me after just ten steps into this cornfield. It was going to be nothing but a bunch of silly plastic decorations, he said. He was going to either walk way in front of us or way behind, because he wouldn’t be scared at all.
This is Mr. Tough Guy before he had the bejeebees scared out of him.
Now who’s hanging onto who? He, he, he…
As I was arguing with FringeBoy over wearing a jacket on his outdoor field trip today (Did I say it’s like 45 degrees and raining?), I just thought back to this pumpkin headed beast who made the pains of motherhood worthwhile.
I clutched my heart in pain the same way when this dear little child told me I could never wear a bikini because I have too many ‘spring’ marks on my stomach. If only my skin sprang after forty weeks of being pregnant with a nine and half pound butterball, I would be able to wear a bikini!
We had the best time Saturday night! I won’t even mention which child woke up around 11:30 pm screaming “Get off me! Get off me!”
I love the fall!