Well, we celebrated Columbus Day exactly how our founding fathers would have wanted us to. I searched Pinterest for a nice glue recipe, so that our family could bond over the making of paper mache ships, which we filled with candy and turned into pinatas, as we had a Norman Rockwell moment, swinging baseball bats in our living room.
If there’s any swinging of baseball bats in our living room, it’s always followed by parental screeching about THE WINDOWS!! WATCH THE WINDOWS!!, because Hubs and I are very godly parents who often find it necessary to talk to our boys with THE VOICES RAISED.
The. Voices. Raised. I find that our boys listen to those voices much better than they listen to the soft voices of mothers from Mr. Rockwell’s famous paintings.
Our Columbus Day was really filled with any early morning breakfast of grease from McDonald’s in the car, as we set off for Bigger Town, USA, some two entire hours away from us, because THIS happened:
The boy wanted to celebrate with a dinner of smoked ribs and corn on the cob, because I CAN EAT THESE THINGS WITHOUT THEM STICKING IN MY BRACES NOW! And then he went on to say that he wanted to buy popcorn and caramel apples and taffy and anything else with a giant “stick” factor.
In other words, PLEASE JUST TURN ME LOOSE IN THE CANDY AISLE, AND I’LL PICK OUT THE THE GOOIEST STUFF I CAN FIND.
I hope that everyone had a lovely Columbus Day, too, and that you managed to do something other than sit in the waiting room of the orthodontist with a three-year-old for an hour and a half. If anything should be painted by Normal Rockwell, it would be the relationship between a mother and her toddler, after ninety minutes in said waiting room.
Happy Tuesday, y’all.