Storm before the calm
I'm patiently biding my time and doing a bit of work in the last few hours before the kids' grandmother takes them for the most of the weekend. Bonnie and I (and Max) will have the house to ourselves for tonight and tomorrow as of about mid-afternoon.
As usual, the kids are causing a ruckus, but there are some funny moments too.
This morning as I was working on my coffee I saw James marching around the living room in circles. He was holding a stuffed animal on his head like a hat -- it was a large, round pink stuffed pig we got at a rummage sale some time ago.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"The Pig-On-Head Ritual," James responded solemnly.
I daren't ask anything else. I don't want to know.