My son was the first casualty. It started about 5 in the morning, when he came into our room and said, “Argggle. Clack. Snort.”
Or something like that. He was stopped up and sniffling, and his throat was hurting, which he countered by doing that weird clicking thing kids do to somehow offset sore throats.
If you’ve ever had seven teenagers having a sleepover at your house, you know that your house will immediately become the loudest one on the block.
If all seven teenagers are super duper into Broadway musicals, you may very well have the loudest house in the county.
My wife and I have been married for almost 17 years. Thus, if I say, “Honey, can you look at this?” there is a good chance I’m going to ask her to look at something gross.
It’s not that I am trying to be gross. It’s just that, well, sometimes significant others are tasked with the unfortunate job of, well, looking at something. Something gross.
It’s always fun when you can shatter a treasured childhood memory in one simple crushing blow of honesty.
It happened the other night at dinner. I’m not even sure how the topic started, but my daughter said, “Remember when we had that Disney castle poster hanging up in the pantry, and I had to earn all of the princesses and put them on it in order to get a trip to Disney?”