Believe me. Oh please. Believe me. This is never what you want to see when you walk into your kitchen.
Two boys. Faces on the floor. Trying to dig something out from under the cabinets.
Hayden begins to explain. "I brought my shoes in from the front porch to put them on. I put my foot inside and felt something in there. So I reached in to grab it."
Let's pause. What the heck is wrong with him? Just that part of his story made me cringe.
"There was something alive in my shoe. I grabbed its head."
Again. What? Who does that?
"I thought it was a rat."
At this point in his story I am not breathing. Especially since he is still standing there...holding his shoe...in the kitchen...noticeably amused by what just happened to him.
"I grabbed its head and it started shaking. So I pulled it out. It wasn't a rat, mom. It was a frog."
Whew. I was relieved. I hate frogs, but in the hierarchy of things I hate, rats are above frogs. I was thankful Hayden had not grabbed a rat's head, or I would have had to cut his hand off. I was thankful and relieved until I remembered that the boys were on the floor looking under the cabinets trying to fish something out of there. This scene happened before I had consumed coffee. I was slow. And weak. The boys had a major advantage over me.
Hayden continued..."The frog jumped out of my shoe and went under the cabinets.
It's still there. Barf. I have no idea how we remove it. Wait it out? Will it come out at night? Yuck.
In other kid news, there was this moment yesterday when I looked at all the little bodies around me and thought..."Wow. Total wardrobe anarchy is going on around here." This is what happens when kids wake up with the sun, throw clothes on, and go sit on the front porch waiting for their cousins to come out of the house across the driveway. I don't want to be that mom who micromanages her kids to death, but I took a good look at the kids yesterday and announced that this was the last day for them to look like trash. "For goodness sake...at least turn the light on in the closet when you're picking your clothes."
Hayden put a side pony on his sock because he couldn't find two socks that matched. He opted for one regular sock and one of Big Foot's socks. Asking his mother for assistance would have delayed his early morning exit. He had worn his sock like this all day. I only noticed in the evening when we were going for a walk.
Your plane is now safely landed. You're welcome.
Having just flown, I'm thinking American Airlines will soon stoop to this.
Thanks for your sweet, encouraging words yesterday. Every day is getting a little easier.