The Mister often tells me let's not get our hopes up, 'cause he knows when my hopes go up, they go way, way up. Way, way up they went this time, so I'm pretty bummed. But it's still a huge relief to know that a bite of peanut won't send Little Guy into anaphylaxis.
|Take two little boys, add a hint of danger and some watchful eyes, and you have an awesome day.|
|Blades, blades, everywhere.|
As I was hurrying him along this week, saying we had to get to carpool, he turned to me, eyes very wide, smile breaking open across his face, and said, "Oh yay! Oh yay! The cars are going to go swimming???!!!"
I carefully arranged our two pieces of this lovely pipe in the stroller, with a couple feet sticking out the top. After nearly impaling myself with it several times, and having one child use a piece of pipe to engage in a good-hearted attempt at murder in the museum bathroom, I decided those puppies were headed for the trash. And fast.
Everything else about the day was just perfect, and the Mister arrived home on the red-eye from California the next day, which meant life was back in balance.