I had been talking (okay, whining) to some mom friends from school about my wild children. Yes, yes, I like to blame Dwayne’s genetic contribution, but I am the primary caretaker, so I’m not without blood on my hands. Usually Wesley’s blood.
Anyway, I was describing how all three of the kids are just tree-climbing adventurers. “That’s great! They are so athletic!” the other moms chimed in. No, no, I disagreed. I mean that they tree-climb on the bookshelves, the TV, the refrigerator….
[Susanne came up with the perfect word to describe my children in beast-mode: Feral. I love it.]
She saw me, jumped off, rubbed her hands together and calmly asked if she could fix herself a snack. I think I actually sputtered. But she did fix her own snack, so it’s not all bad.
And here is Piper using sticker-tape to make herself into a vampire. Don’t suck Wesley’s blood—he probably doesn’t have enough to spare. Try Kyla—just clean her off first. She was playing outside down by the stream and she’s wet and filthy.