The other day Bren and Miss K
were playing at our house.
I heard them giggling in another room
and then Miss K showed up at my side with a
worried look on her face.
face with a pen."
"She has?" my eyes grew wide with forced surprise.
"Yeah. I don't do that." Miss K replied.
"You don't?" I questioned rather sadly.
She raised her jaw and said firmly, "Nope."
look right into Miss K's face for dramatic effect.
"Bren is becoming a pirate," I whistpered,
"and pirates need mustaches, right?"
Miss K's eyes started to dance.
Ever so quietly she peeped,
"Can I have one too?"
I stood back up and drummed my fingers on the counter.
"I don't know, Miss K. Would your mom be upset?"
She quickly shook her head.
"No. I don't think so." she said as convincingly as she could.
"Well, Ok then, let's see what we can do."
She ran off into the other room
and I heard her asking Bren to draw a mustache
above her pooched out lips.
eye-patch and curly pirate hair that she penned onto her own forehead,
but it sparked imagination and was a temporary portal to 30 minutes
of "Arg, mateys!".
I have discovered that I am
I am like Aunt Jodi on
John and Kate Plus Eight
giving out bubble gum
and letting kids play with playdough!
Breaking rules in exchange for smiles,
I'm quick to bring out the paint brushes and glitter
for creative rainy day projects.
If you send your kids to my house,
they might get a bit of washable marker on their hands.
I might feed them oreo cookies and milk
at 4:00 in the afternoon and
I will probably let them lick the mixer beaters
from the brownies I'm making.
I am That Mom.
The one that might not follow the rules exactly,
but true to my sanguine dominated personality,
we'll have loads of fun!
Hey, I've got plenty of soap here too!