Several weeks ago a friend of mine posted this on Facebook:
Sometimes the demise is slow. Sometimes its fast. And then BAM, I am Cruella.
Tonight was BAM.
Long day of work for me. A.n.o.t.h.e.r. evening of being snowed in. All extra-curricular activities canceled. This translates to: The only way the children get out their pent-up-energy is to torture/torment/chase each other....while-I-am-on-the-phone.
So what did I do?
I sent them to bed.
But I am a sucker for, "Did we lose our story too?" (Insert photo of pouty-faces with batting eyelashes).
Will and I have started to read one of my favorite series from my childhood:
I love that he is hearing so many 'old-fashioned' words and concepts like: jalopy, chum, fellow and the fact that $25 was a lot of money or that when a person answered a telephone they didn't automatically know who was calling. This piece of information was baffling to him.