With the kids quietly slumbering upstairs, John and I sat down to eat a quiet, late dinner.
“Did you notice the new decorations on the tree?” John asked.
I shook my head no.
“You should look,” he prompted
What? Like your tree has never sported a pirate hat and two sole inserts?
Apparently, G. has redefined the word decorations.
I expect a phone call from Better Homes and Gardens any day now.
Hyacynth writes life outloud at Undercover Mother. She muses about raising boys, faith and the love language of tackling and shoving that’s very apparent in her home.