We ALMOST made it through a civil dinner ...

I should have known where the evening was headed when Nicholas hit our neighbor in the eye with a rogue throw of his baseball. And yet, I chose not to run and hide. I also should have known where the evening was headed when Forrest was making beer can chicken on the grill and Emma saw the raw, and apparently very naked, chicken with the can of Miller Lite up its asp and shrieked with glee, "Daddy! You have a baby!" Again, I powered through dinner preparations. And when I had to explain that, no, I don't think chickens have laps because in order to have a lap you need to be able to sit down and have you ever seen a chicken sit down? and besides, who would sit on the chicken's lap? I should have called the evening quits, thrown in my towel and curled up in front of Sex in the City repeats (they are not repeats if you haven't seen them the first time around!) with a big fat glass of wine. And when Nicholas told Emma that the "naked chicken/baby" wasn't a baby and that, not only was it a chicken, but she just ate about a pound of it I should have known better (oh, come on! that's funny!) ...

Guilty conscience got the best of me and I trudged upstairs to help Forrest get the kids into bed. So it came as no surprise to me to find Forrest learning about his new piece of "practical technology" (read: playing video games on his new iphone) and blissfully ignorant to what the kids were doing in the tub. You better believe someone (not the kids!) heard my wrath when the entire contents of a box of wipes was displayed like beautiful paper mache on Jackson's floor. Or, when all beanbags and rocking chairs were relocated from the toyroom into the threshold of Nicholas's bedroom.  Did he not learn anything from my earlier post about silence being dangerous?!

I'll take that big fat glass of wine now ... :)

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