I have such great kids! And also a Salty.
Actually, to give Naughtypants Troubleton some credit, it has been a full two days since he got up to such business as painting the carpet with his grape juice box. Literally, squirting a picture in grape juice on the carpet. Fortunately it was white grape juice, but still. I yelled at him and sent him to his room, and he didn’t even whine or protest. I think he knew it was fair.
But here’s the thing, for all the trouble Jackson Juicebox Pollock gives me, he gives me twice as much love and joy. We played high-low at dinner where everybody has to tell the high and low point of their day. This allows me to complain in a controlled and limited way such as:
Me: My lowpoint was when Peppers got a bloody nose all over the carpet that I had just cleaned the grape juice out of.
Then Salty chimes in with his high point.
Salty: My best part is just that I love my mom so much, and she’s the best mom in the universe and also scootering.
No fair! Come here you naughty darling thing.
Salty was recently asked to say the closing prayer in his church class. The teacher informed me the substance of the whole thing was essentially this.
Salty: Heavenly Father, Thank you that my mom is so beautiful and has such a beautiful shirt and such beautiful hair.
And I didn’t even pay him to say that! To be fair, my kimono style, cherry blossom printed top that I wear this time of year is pretty slammin’.