If Ever I am in Danger

If ever I am in danger of developing pride in my parenting, my children will guarantee that does not occur. Caleb bit a child in the church class on Sunday.  Broke the skin.  We were serving in the nursery when the two year old teacher arrived at the door of our classroom to fetch the children's director with the news of the biting incident.  Before even knowing it was my child, I had a sinking feeling.  Sure enough, we were soon fetched to deal with Caleb.

Later in the weekend, the fun continued when I glanced out the window at the boys who were to have been "helping" their father for a few minutes in the yard.  They were not helping but were playing with toilet plungers (that have been used for the toilet) in the mud.  The mud I can handle but plungers that have been used in the toilet... not so much.  Apparently they "found" them in a corner of the garage.  Where we keep them to avoid such an occurrence.

Lastly, I colored my hair.  A very different color that the "cheating" blond that it usually is.  Being blond when I no longer am naturally so, is a lot of work.  So, my hair is dark.  Its "natural" color according to my hair lady.  I arrived at the park to gather my children from the friend who was watching them and said hello to the children.  They were busy playing and I started talking to my friend.  Twenty minutes later, Jamie showed up and asked Jonathan how he liked my hair.  Jonathan looked at me strangely and then smiled, "I wondered who that was talking to Emily."