Painted Piggies
Ages
Hear ye, hear ye!
I’m sorry, but that is incracked.
Tyler: “Mom, take a picture of the Bean with my hat on!”
Me: “That’s OK. I’ve already taken that picture a thousand times.”
Tyler (indignantly): “You already TOOK that picture. TAKEN is not a word.”
Me: “Do you have any idea who you’re messing with? ‘Have taken’ is the past participle of ‘take.’ I don’t need you to correct my grammar!”
Tyler (shrugging): “Well, I already cracked it.”
No one can say I haven’t had this coming.
Chemlawn, your services are no longer needed.
During today’s monotony of washing the dishes, Eva burst through the kitchen door and presented me with a handful of clovers, which run rampant all over our backyard. I swooped her up and covered her with kisses. She giggled ecstatically, curls bouncing, and ran back outside.
Next came in Anna, clenching more clovers in her fist. I covered her with kisses as well, added the clovers to a cup (all my vases were too tall), and watched as she ran back outside, door slamming behind her.
After that, they alternated, each bursting back into the kitchen to bestow me with more clovers, one at a time, until the cup could fit no more.
Every time I look at those clovers, my eyes well up with tears. Finally, someone is taking up the task of weed control all over our lawn!