Mele Kalikimaka
Ok, so the children return from church last week explaining their roles in the Christmas Drama. It seems that we have a cow who will sing in “moo” and a donkey who will sing in….I don’t know, whatever donkey’s sing in the best I can tell.
Tonight, they come home from church, my mom is mad as a hornet and apparently they left early because Mini Me was misbehaving. Mini Me denied it, my mom wouldn’t say anything and every time Ditto Boy tried to tell us, Boy Genius jumped down his throat about how it was none of his business.
(I don’t have to tell you that a bit of an argument took place shortly thereafter because honestly, the kids have been gone all day and they walk in the door and he turns into a demon man.)
Whatever Mini Me did, my mom was mad and I couldn’t get her to even talk to me. That’s pretty normal, she is the Queen of the silent treatment but I’m thinking I did something to her because she wasn’t even being nice to me. Again, typical behavior for her if you are the person she is angry with but she can turn it on and off without thinking twice.
Fast-forward – my mom leaves, Boy Genius heats the boys something to eat and then every time they even remotely acted as if they were going to breathe loud, he jumped down their throat.
But, Mini Me’s spirit would not be broken. He was singing memekamekechristmas, memekamekecrhstimas, memekamekechristmas which I can only assume was suppose to be Mele Kalikimaka which was enough to turn into a full onslaught of angry, foul, fathers, happy singing children and one pissed off mommy.
So, instead of beating the dead horse, I’m giving you…
It’s hard to envision that my 5 year old went to church and came home with this vision….
Yea, definitely difficult to envision!
