Just when I thought I was screwing these kids all up and down they shock me, in a good way. For those of you who don’t know I love me some ice cream and luckily my girls have followed suit.
Unfortunately the ice cream man rolls through the hood nightly and frequently stops in front of our home.
Last night I was scurrying them upstairs for tubby time in hopes that my frantic “get up there” would mask the comforting sound of that old familiar music. But no, it didn’t.
I told the girls not tonight, I don’t have any money and as L ran to Steve for some cash H screamed something and took off running.
A few seconds later she came back with a handful of coins. She was out of breath saying, “I’ve got money Mommy, we can use my monies.”
Steve and I exchanged very proud looks and went outside to get some ice cream. H was in a diaper, not sure why, and L was in a tutu dress backwards so her boobies were showing. We looked a sight but enjoyed every single drop.
Of course tubby time was nixed because after the sugar raced through their little bodies so did they; all over the yard. However that was when the fun began as Steve picked up a hippity hop, tossed it in the air and nailed H right in the face. She went flying but got right up screaming, “you can’t do it again!”
There were a few casualties but shouldn’t there be when Mommy joins and we have them pinned so they are bound to get nailed. That was fun until Steve betrayed me and landed a hippity hop to my face. Those suckers hurt! I can’t believe the girls don’t cry more often than they do. Oh wait, yes I can since we call them babies if they start. Bad parents but after a long day we need a good hearty laugh!
Ahh summer nights, sweaty kids, dirty beds and not a care until the morning when I have to clean everything.
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