And try as I might to get people outside, they come in after 25 minutes, peel off 87 layers of wet, icy clothes, and then start hitting each other because WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GOING TO DO?
So today, when I started making dinner, and the crazies were running around being, you know, CRAZY, I looked at DadGuy and said,
"You know, you should take them downstairs and wrap my presents."
DadGuy stopped dead in his tracks. "I didn't get you a present."
He was worried. I could see it. Lucky for him, I'm thoughtful. "Sure you did. It's downstairs in the closet," then I whispered, "It's kitchen stuff."
DadGuy looked at me and I held his gaze, "So, I already GOT you something?"
"Yep."
"And you already got me something?"
"Yep."
And then, because we happen to live with 4 short people, he turned to the one that can't keep a secret.
"Danny. What did you get me for Christmas?"
Daniel looked at me, and then at DadGuy, then back at me.
I smiled and nodded.
His face broke into a huge grin and he shouted, "A poop-nugget!"
All the kids fell to the floor in hysterics. "Yeah, we only got you a poop-nugget!" "You're naughty!" "Your present is stinky!"
DadGuy walked back over to where I was chopping up the vegetables.
"You've been working on that for awhile, haven't you?"
"Yep."
I smiled.
Turns out, he CAN keep a secret.
Daniel, winter 2009
Daniel, winter 2009
