Nels says to me, “We’re grown up now, not babies. You can’t hold us any more.”
“Oh really,” I say dryly. “So like how every morning you come downstairs and climb on my lap for snuggles?”
An instant cloud darkens his brow and his eyes focus on the floor. He frowns. He’s pissed.
“Well you can’t voluntarily or easily hold us.”
Phee clips Nels’ nails.
Breakfast. Vegetable quiche. I don’t like eggs in any form. But my kids ate more than half the pan, immediately:
Today I finished my housework early in the morning, avoided the computer (and Twitter!), canceled some of my mental commitments to other endeavors/people, and instead spent the day goofing off with, lunching with, and crafting with my children. I’m committing to a Halloween craft per day. Think we can do it?