Rozey Thorn Trees

Four times I ask my four-year-old to get the scissors from the top drawer. Four times she returns empty-handed: no scissors to be found anywhere! I walk over to the drawer, open it, and point at the scissors. Me: They're right there. 4yr: (matter-of-factly) Magic. Maybe fairies are real. Yes, maybe fairies are real... Me: 🙃

Problem: They're throwing tantrums because it's bathtime. Solution: I fret woefully that there are far too many bubbles in the bath, and I wonder which one of my daughters will be the first in the tub to pop them all. That's how it's done stress-free, folks. 😉

Me: Looks like someone put in a big order at the cloud factory! Kids: Daddy! Those aren't clouds! Me: That's why it's so cloudy in West Michigan. Kids: Daddy! Those aren't clouds! Me: You could order up a cloud, too, you know. For a buck, a puff of cloud the size of a bag of cotton candy. 8yr: Daddy, I want you to order a cloud for me for Christmas!... (They know I'm kidding but they love it : )

Me: What did you learn from the story? 4yr: I don't know. Me: I think I learned that you don't have to be afraid of the dark. What do you think about that? 4yr: I'm never afraid of the dark. Me: Really? Hmmm. Then why do you crawl into bed with Mommy and me every night? 4yr: Because I like to snuggle with you! Me: Awwwww. 😘 4yr: And because I love you! Me: Awwwww! 🥰 (She's such a little fibber. As cute as she is right now, her snuggles are not adorable at 3 in the morning! 😅)

My 8-year-old is under the impression that her school peers go on exotic vacations on the weekends. Hmm, maybe they do. Oh, well. The best I can do right now is Youtube a 360-degree video tour of Hawaii...Nope. She's not buyin' it.  😐