Thursday, October 28, 2004

"When I'm dictator of the world,"....

...The Boy, 7, tells me, "I won't have to do spelling. Or dishes. Ever".
The cold dreary mornings are longer. I serve lunch early as an excuse to send the kids to "quiet" time early and play on the computer. I tell them if they are well behaved, they get to decorate their pumpkins later. I'm chea...I mean thrifty. I let them make jack-o-lanterns with Sharpies, but no carving, we can still make pie with those! They are supposed to be cleaning their rooms, but it sounds like they are jumping on their beds.