It started out with Giggles and Smiley. My day always starts with SOMETHING going on between Giggles and Smiley and despite their names the outcome is anything but happy. I called them down for breakfast and Smiley said that Giggles came into his room, pulled on his shirt and stretched it out. Giggles said, "NOOOOO!!!"
PROBLEM: I was up extremely late last night rendering my LIEdar useless this morning. I could not tell which boy was telling the truth.
So I settled for the next best thing. I told them breakfast was only being served for the next 20 minutes and sent them back to their rooms until someone was willing to come forward with the truth. It wasn't long before Smiley came out and told me that he had lied. He admitted that Giggles had not stretched his shirt and that he only said it to get his brother in trouble.
What? The start of a good day means getting your brother in trouble.
Later at dinner I made fried zuccini and red peppers. Red peppers are NOT Sheriff's favorite but then he doesn't like a lot of vegetables. I expected him to eat the two small slices of pepper on his plate. I was unprepared for the drama that followed including the statement that me making him eat the peppers is why everyone hates him.
What? People who eat red peppers are hated by everyone. If you eat red peppers it might explain a few encounters with co-workers and family members you have been wondering about.
On the phone with my husband he told me about ordering pizza at lunch at a job site and then eating the left-overs for dinner. We continued on in our conversation but something nagged at me. I thought about where his job site was in comparison to where he was at dinner and I asked him where the left-over pizza was all afternoon if he had it for dinner. He told me that he left the pizza on the dashboard in the sun. The sun kept it hot all afternoon.
What? So a hot truck is a viable alternative to keeping your pizza warm all afternoon. No need to even nuke it once you are ready to eat it for dinner. (my stomach gurgles even at the thought of it.)
And finally... as we ate dinner I talked with the boys about taking them swimming at one of the rec centers. In fact, two of the boys were already prepared for the evening with their swim clothes on. Several times as Sheriff complained about eating his red pepper I urged him on saying his brothers didn't want to have to wait for him too much longer... they wanted to go SWIMMING. So we finished up with dinner and I told boys to go get ready and get in the car to go SWIMMING.
As we drove out of the neighborhood, however, my friend called and said that the rec center closed at 6:00 on Saturdays (it was 5:50). So I turned around and headed back home promising the boys that we would go sometime next week. We piled out of the car and Sheriff pointed out that Wannabe was less than prepared for swimming.
What? Apparently I hadn't mentioned enough times through the course of dinner or taken his face in my hands to be sure I had eye contact and say, "get your bathing suit on" for he was still in t-shirt and shorts.
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