Don’t read this because it’s the lamest post ever. We’ve been parking--in the “slide and swing” sense, not the “teenager on a date” sense. Not that I ever parked as a teen--that would have been wrong, not to mention gross. Slobbery, non-brushing nasty boys...
Anyway, it’s beautiful weather, so I opted out of the “to-dos” and headed with my brood to the park. Then I picked up the rest of the brood from school and headed to another park. And now everyone is dirty, stinky, and absolutely peaceful with sunshine and fresh air. Me, too. I have the first forehead burn of the season and I’m feeling content, not to mention about a 9 on the Mother scale. (To get to a 10, I’d need to have refrained from the morning mantra “hurry, hurry, hurry".)
Back to the kissing: the 4 year old said, “Heidi’s mom and dad gave each other a true love kiss! And they’re even married!” Boy, was that fun to report to Heidi’s mom.
A true love kiss--and they’re already married.