A former coworker of mine (who I'm grateful to now call my friend) would comment on people and their personalities. Some were dry, others were humble, some were hospitable, and others were comical. All of those personalities she appreciated because they were real... the one particular personality she didn't appreciate was what she defined as "syrupy sweet". She said it was unrealistic and though she herself used a syrupy sweetness to woo others when needed... overall it was a character flaw, which shouldn't become ones true personality.
This morning the weather was supposed to be bitterly cold. Because of the weather forecast I decided that we'd probably spend the morning home, inside our warm home, where we could relax in our jammies (cause we totally don't do that on a regular day) and do whatever whenever. We made plans to go to lunch and I went to begin our day with breakfast. Asking my crazy children what it was that they wanted to eat for breakfast I heard "fries" and "donuts" (okay doo nuts, but still). After explaining that we were going to lunch, I helped them to decide that pancakes and oatmeal were a good breakfast option.
After breakfast I got a phone call. The boys went about playing, and life was good. I watched them bounce up and down over and over on those bounce ball's with handle things. They laughed, knocked each other over, banged into walls, etc. You know, all those fun fun things boys do with their silly destructive nature. They climbed onto the train tables and threw trucks and cars from it, they played their memory game (kind of) and threw pieces of the game all through the front room (and later, I discovered through the house). After the phone call and a bit of cleaning I went back into the kitchen to discover the stupidity of my prior ways...
My children decided the kitchen should be "syrupy sweet". The managed to empty the entire bottle of syrup all over the table, floor, and chairs. And really, what was I to do? It was my mistake of leaving the syrup bottle on the table and my lack of watching them that left them with the strong desire to make the house just a little bit brighter, right?
Note: that much syrup is not nearly as sticky as when it dries on your fork.
And, ironically it was my two year old who ran in, when I screamed, and said "I no did it, Joel, go get in time out". ...and yes, that syrup was all over Kaeden's plate, chair, and side of the table, not Joels (so I'm pretty sure, it was the accuser, not the accused, who was in fact found sticky handed).
All in a hard days, scratch that, morning's work. Right?
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