I was watching the boys and a couple of their friends, four out of five boys in all and they decided to play a game of “Toots or Dares.” (Sweet Boy#1 wishes it to be known that he was not there on this occasion) Boys are so strange. But they were playing this because their other game (wherein some were humans and some were monsters and there are a lot of dirt clods being thrown at one another) broke my big rule. What is my rule? If someone is injured then we quit playing. Well a friend hit Sweet Boy#3 in the throat with a dirt clod and then Sweet Boy#3 launched himself upon his friend in a flurry of fists and I said “Yep, were done”. So the new game, how did that go? Well…I decided that if I myself got hurt, then the game should be done. I got hit in the head with a rock and so “Toots or Dares” went the way of the Dodo. They are creative, my boys. Very very creative.
Thursday night I was driving the boys home from the bus stop when I was informed that Sweet Boy#1 was selling Candy, Caramel Apples, and my Famous Cookies at the school carnival. His friend was buying the candy. When was this glorious event (for which he had already made a beautiful hand crafted sign) occurring…the next day! Then Sweet Boy#2 informed me that he needed a batch of Caramel Corn for a read and feed, also the next day. Luckily we had saved some famous cookie dough in the freezer. It made for a busy and long evening. But the next day when they proudly marched into school, Caramel apples, Famous Cookies, and Caramel Corn in hand I realized that there are only a few occasions in life when a mom has the chance to be her son’s hero. When he needs your “famous” cookies to sell at school the very next day, well that my friend is one of those times.