Smallville

December 3, 2011 by Rieshy
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What's better than tucking two freshly scrubbed and shampooed little boys into bed while older children string Christmas lights and blast Drumming Song by Florence and the Machine?

Or, what's better than sitting over a post-parade spaghetti dinner listening to your children discuss what sort of dog they want. Not that getting a dog is an option.

10 year old, "I want a black lab."

12 year old, "But purebreds are usually stupid."

5 year old, "I want an Irish Wolf Hound."

Not that dogs are an option. Especially dogs with digestive systems the size of San Francisco.

4 year old, "I want to go to the store and get a dinosaur, a nice one."

5 year old, "You can't buy a dinosaur, and it would be too big anyway."

"I CAN TOO! And I'll build a metal house for it and teach it to fight the robots."

Or, what's better than going to a small town parade with people you love and watching your little's eyes sparkle at EVERYTHING and watching your older kids meet up with friends and help give out candy.

What's better? Maybe it's doing it all in one evening, a small town evening, topped with a pot of hot tea.

Smallville rocks.


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3 comments:

Brandee Shafer said...

I need some of your Christmas spirit. I skipped our small-town parade, today. I still haven't put up the Christmas tree. We've bought hardly any presents. I think I'll skip sending cards, again, this year. Struggling. Big time. Jealous over your spaghetti, too.

Susan Tipton said...

Brandee, I'll give you my secret homemade post-parade spaghetti recipe: boil pasta. Open jar of sauce and simmer. Combine.

Skipping the card sending- and feeling no guilt. Blessings!

Ostriches Look Funny said...

these conversations make my day. I think my 4 year old would like a dinosaur for christmas too.
Last night he told me, "NO! Christmas is not about Jesus' birthday. It's about just hanging out"
Heathen.

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