Spring wardrobe

Child 1, home for Easter, was trying on spring clothes Friday night.  Apparently it
wasn't going well, thus triggering a meltdown.  She comes into the office where
Husband & I are sitting, wearing capri pants (that look fine ….just saying) and a
bra top.  She starts the conversation modestly and keeps her arms folded across
her chest.  But … it seems that a lack of proper spring wear will trigger the need
the need to expound on the many injustices in your life.  (I’m pretty sure that
"and you took my pacifier away when I was 3" was included)  As she continues
to “share” with us, Husband & I sit quietly, trying to look concerned, caring &
attentive; awaiting for the intake of breath we are praying is right around
the corner. 

Child # 4 comes up the back stairs, singing a song more or less to himself.  He
walks thru the conversation, squeezes in front of Howard, searches through
the pen / pencil mug, finds an appropriate writing implement and goes back
through the conversation, towards the front steps, all the while still singing his
happy little song.  As he passes Child 1, who is now using her arms to demonstrate
how much she has been wronged, Child #4 says “I can see your nipples”
and keeps on walking. 

Husband & I start that parental body shaking silent laughter thing you do,
when you probably shouldn’t be  laughing. Several seconds later, Kid #1
stops the homily, drops her shoulders, rolls her eyes, scrunches her face
and sighs.  She fights back a frustrated teeny laugh as she bows her head,
and says …. “this is going to end up on Facebook isn’t it”   

I LOVE MY FAMILY !!!