Back to Reality

Well, we're back to reality here. While I was going through my mail, Clay, Lex, and Brooklyn (collectively known as "Notme") poured water on the couch. Clay threw a pair of scissors at Lexi and cut her cheek. It's awful. I may let him out of his room sometime next year. At dinner, Clay "fed" his plastic toy lion some pasta. I don't think the noodles will ever come out of its mouth.

Actually the plastic lion is part of my oldest son's animal collection. He used to be obsessed with animals. One year, for Christmas, he asked for a warthog. That's all he wanted for Christmas. Just a plastic warthog to add to his ever-growing animal collection. He even wrote Santa a letter asking him for a warthog. Let me tell ya, Santa looked high and low for a warthog. He looked at every toy store, every learning and teacher supply store, Lincoln Park Zoo, Brookfield Zoo, The Milwaukee Zoo. You name it, Santa looked. This was several years ago before Santa owned a computer, so he couldn't just find one out there in cyberspace. He ended up finding one at via the telephone, at the San Diego Zoo. The woman I spoke with told me that they didn't ship things from the gift shops, but she made an exception for me after I told her my story. My son was one happy boy come Christmas morning when he got his warthog.

Anyway, I hear my baby in the kitchen sneaking marshmallows for the Rice Krispie treats I'm supposed to be making for the Halloween parties tomorrow. My oldest daughter just called across the house to tell me that there's chewed gum on the bookshelf, my middle son is screaming and fighting with everyone and my oldest son is asking me to help him solve 7=5/6c-8. Welcome home!

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