The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week
Sweet Boy#1–Was doing his trombone practice and his brothers were helping him. They would hold the Star Wars cookie cutters up in front of our young musician so that the trombone slide smashed a Star Wars character every time Sweet Boy#1 played a new note. Who knew that trombone practice could be so violent?
I have a harrowing moment of my own. A Tupperware full of chicken broth crashed out of our fridge and burst open, creating a puddle about 4 feet across and splashing me and my slouch boots. I’m pretty sure you are not supposed to toss slouch boots into the washer . . . but I’m also pretty sure you are not supposed to submerge them in chicken broth either. I washed them, and the kitchen, it was quite a day.
Princess Leia barked for fresh water. I brought her a fresh bowl. She drank, thought a moment, and then tipped over the bowl getting me wet as I was crouched on the floor looking at one of the boys dropped school pages.
The Hunky Hubby was trying to bring groceries inside and so his arms were full. This task was made more difficult by our 87 pound puppy who grabbed his coat, tugged him off the porch, and then proceeded to steal the aforementioned coat in a flight of frolicsome play.
Sweet Boy#1–Succeeds in making me gasp as I look out our second story window and see his smiling face. He climbed up the roof above our porch from the chicken pen and was sliding down the other side, launching into a powdery snow bank. “Daddy said I could!” He explained.
