Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The Shakedown

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

This breaking news just in!!

Control has shifted. (insert applause, horns blowing, and dancing in the streets.) The toy closet has been returned to it's rightful owners. The Authorities have regained their rightful place...they now are 100% in charge of what comes in and what goes out.

The Band of Misfits tried to call their parents' bluff. Smelling that change was in the air and that they were on the precipice of a new dawn, the Authorities fearlessly and tirelessly worked to regain control. Throwing caution to the wind and with reckless abandon, they worked quickly. Piles of toys were contained one by one (literally...into containers), removed from the premisis and put into lockdown. Screwdrivers were brought out and knobs were removed. Locks were installed and keys placed up high and out of reach of curious, menacing fingers. Rules were put in place and a vow of No Wavering was promised. Now items will only be allowed to leave the closet if the previous items are picked up and put away first.

Before the Band of Misfits even knew what was happening, order was once again restored. I am happy to report that peace and tranquility has once again fallen on Hubler Planet. Gone are the days of ooooodles of toys overtaking the living room floor, gone are the days of multiple game pieces lying around just waiting to poke into the unsuspecting arch of a foot, gone are the days of legos being tripped over, gone are the days of a whole bucket of dress-up clothes throwing up all over the floor, gone are the days of magnetic dolls and their clothes being stuck to any magnetic surface that will welcome them, gone are the mountains of dominoes mascarading as banana peels just itching to see someone slip and come crashing to the floor, gone are the days of Hello Kitty playing cards littering the every surface making it look like a parade has just come through...gone are the days of clutter and chaos.

Peace has been restored.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

You Wanna Be What?

Tonight's conversation at supper:

Ben: I want to be a chef when I grow up.
Jason: Cool...if you could work at any restaurant, where would you want to work?
Ben: Ummm.....Acapella.
Jason: Where?
Ben: You know, Dad, that restaurant we went to Nana with.
**Much thinking going on...**
Jason: you mean Acapulco? That mexican restaurant?
Ben: Yes!
Lily: I want to work at Hot Cocoa too!
Ben: Where?!?
Lily: You know, the restaurant Dad just said...Hot Cocoa!
Ben: Acapulco....not Hot Cocoa Lily!
Cora: When I grow up, I want to be a mad monster...roar!
...Or Spiderman
...Or a goat!
Let's be Animals!!!!
True story, folks. This was all said in seriousness. This is what we talk about around the supper table.
Craziness ensues. Followed by lots of giggles from the parents.