Kids: “Where are we going?”
Me: “It’s a surprise.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “Give us a hint.”
Little Miss Thing, age 8: “If it’s cleaning port-a-potties, I’m going to be really mad.”
Me: “It’s not cleaning port-a-potties.”
LMT: “Is it Chuck E Cheez?”
Me: “No, it’s better than Chuck E. Cheez.”
DM: “Well, that doesn’t narrow it down much. Everything is better than Chuck E. Cheez.”
Every time I come home, the kids hide and I pretend they are missing. When they finally jump out and “surprise” me, their squeals of delight are the most wonderful sound I’ve ever heard.
Part of me wants them to never grow out of our games.
And maybe we won’t.
Little Miss Thing wrote “MAMA” today on a piece of paper and gave it to the Wonderful Wife as “a birthday card.” We were shocked because we didn’t know she could write anything but her own name.
I wonder what else she can do.