I started dinner. Nothing fancy or well planned like most of our dinners. Preheated the grill and was prepping BBQ chicken, with brown rice because my daughter has had a craving for rice all week, and peas. Pretty boring, but still yummy and gets the job done.
As I was asking my husband to prepare the chicken for me I noticed my sons hair looked wet. So I felt it. Well, it was wet once upon a time, but was now sticky. I asked what was all over his head. My daughter replied with one word. Lemonade.
Lemonade? You bathed your brother in Lemonade?
She proceeded to giggle and answer with a yes.
A little bit of my soul died in that moment.
Why would you do that? Ugh.
At least it wasn’t peanut butter body lotion.
So, I gave my husband two choices: finish making dinner or give the kids a bath while I finished dinner.
We [playfully] argued back and forth for a while about who was going to do what and when. My daughter chimed in to resolve the dispute for us.
Daddy, you make dinner and Mommy will give us a bath, ok?
Daddy, obviously defeated by the adorableness of our 3 year old with attitude, moped and began slicing chicken.
Worked for me!
I grabbed the kids and went upstairs to draw a bath. As I was getting my son undressed I noticed he had a poopy stinky butt. Ugh. Back downstairs I went to clean poop. As I finished cleaning his butt, he rolled over, stood up, and peed all over the living room floor. Awesome, kid. Thanks.
The hubby said he’d clean it up so I went back upstairs and left the pee on the floor. I plopped my little Lemon Head in the tub along with the Sticky Bandit.
I couldn’t help but look at their sweet smiling faces, smile back, and think to myself about all the craziness I wish upon them from their future children.
As I was leaving the bathroom with two snuggley towel bunnies in hand, my husband was approaching me from the top of the stairs, now wearing shoes, with a look on his face that shouted ‘I’m 5 years old and a stranger stole my candy’ with a side of ‘oh shit.’ He said we had a problem. We ran out of propane mid grilling. Oh.
Well, he ran off to get more propane so we could finish cooking our dinner. We ate. Blah blah blah. Nothing fancy here. Or here.
Nope. Not here either.
Not really anything else interesting happened.
So I guess that’s the end.
Now that I’ve typed it all up. It’s really not that interesting. Just an interesting chain of events that made up our night. Oh well. I hope you at least smiled at the picture.
Oh, my son decided to pulled down a plate of uneaten food onto my freshly clean dining room floor after dinner, too. Cleaned that floor 3 times today. 3 times. That was fun.
I love my kids. Random pee and lemonade and all.