Dinner at my house… September 21, 2007

I recently realized just how much class and dignity my husband brings to the table, when he recently missed dinner.

Usually we all sit down together and tell daddy about our day and all the wonderful things we saw (many are bug-related) and did (often mud related).

Anyway, this particular night I had out done myself making a nice dinner for my boys. With the table set, and ever thing still hot and steaming, I called my boys to the table. The Caboose (1) was already in his highchair eating. The Adventurer (3), who must have stomach worms because he is always STARVING, made a rapid appearance. After two or three calls, the Captain (5) ran into the dining room stark naked, grabbed a lit candle off of the side table, kept running, and managed to spill hot wax all over the floor, the table, and the potatoes, narrowly missing a very long night at the Emergency Room with CPS asking me to explain: “one more time, just exactly how did your son get hot wax all over his privates?”

Needless to say, it was one more frustrating event at the end of a long day. After the Captain got dressed and I cleaned up most of the wax, I sat silently eating with my three boys, mentally counting down how long until bed time. The comotion around me, however, did not cease. The Caboose sat munching and declaring: “LA WA BA LA LA WA BA LA LO” at the top of his lunges, while the Adventure sat singing through bites