Mi Día Avec los Kiddos

We had an ambitious agenda this morning: eye doctor appointments, park play, McDonald's, and the weekly shopping.

Amazingly, we left in good time, despite the trauma inflicted upon the two younger boys when Ma took them to the kitchen sink and wiped everything above the neck with a soapy washcloth.

There was an extraordinary lack of gratitude, I can tell you. This would not have happened except for the malodorous vapors arising from their persons the previous evening, as I read books to them.

(it's hard to get into the spirit of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when ripening young males sit within a hairsbreadth)

And along with this morning's capitulum polish, I had them cut their claws and scrub their nails and hands with the vegetable brush.

It seemed appropriate.

Off we went, with preloaded backpacks and a car full of clean kids. Yes, all seemed set for another favorable impression on the Wolfe Clinic, Wal*Mart, nay, the world.

My first inkling of anything awry occurred when Trevor, sitting next to me, turned his head to speak. My nose was assaulted with a vaguely stale smell, leading to the inevitable inquiry, "Trevor...did you brush your teeth?"

...*silence*...

"Nolan, I'll bet you didn't brush your teeth, either..."

*more silence*

"But you didn't tell us to!" was Trevor's supremely logical reply.

"You guys! I am NOT going to be around when you're in the penitentiary college to remind you to brush your teeth! You've got to start doing this stuff yourselves! Well...at least we aren't going to the dentist."

Luckily I had some tic tacs in my purse. This was followed by a quick scrape across the ol' gum line with a kleenex from my purse.

Why I don't keep toothbrushes and paste in there is beyond me.

The exams proceeded without incident and we headed over to Waverly Memorial Park. When I say "without incident," I mean nothing other than the fact that Nolan only brought his math book, despite having packed his backpack the night before, per my instructions.

But back to the park...daring feats of skill were undertaken.


"Gumdrops, gumdrops..." to instigate a game of freeze tag.


While Carolyn keeps an eye out for Ethan, who is "it," Melinda works on schoolwork in the car.
(It wasn't that long before I chose the warm car over the cool breeze)

Nolan, about to get "nailed" by Ethan.


Life hangs by a tenuous thread, when you're a diminuative eight-year-old.


The rest of the day proceeded without incident, aside from Nolan accidentally starting to fill his drink cup with catsup (...*sigh*...I don't know about that guy...)

We did get a few "looks," but no one out-and-out asked me why the kids weren't in school.

Home just before 3, which left time for Ma's nap!
 

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