It is like a magic trick. As soon as I sit down to write my blog entry, Tennessee comes to inspect my work. This evening, I thought I would hide in my bedroom to do a little sneaky work on my novel. The kids were happily bickering away, totally occupied. I wrote three sentences before I was discovered. I am now typing this while a young gentleman I know uses my back as a road for his police car. I asked him to please stop running the car over the keyboard. I guess I had it coming. I asked him if he wouldn’t mind going back to play with his sister. He responded with a sweet smile and said “NO!” He says that a lot.
When I am away from the kids, I miss their little bodies. Lucy’s sinewy little arms and birdie feet, Tennessee’s sausagie arms and sweet bonky head. At this moment in time, I am dreaming of missing them. That bonky head has crashed into my own unfortunately large cranium three times now. Those sausagie arms are connected to two slap happy hands. Lucy is using all her sinew and mite to launch herself off the bed at ever increasing speeds and height while she peppers me with questions I can’t answer. I don’t know how our house would fare in an earthquake, nor do I know why sharks don’t have feet and/or if they did have feet, just for pretend, could they get into our house?
I am told I will miss this when they grow up and figure out what an embarrassing dork I really am. In theory I get it, but right now I just can’t see missing this. Pardon while I break up a squabble. Maybe I should just tell them how terribly embarrassing and dorky I am.
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