No sooner was the party complete than I have to finish up the little details of the renter’s room. I spent Sunday afternoon working on assembling a roll-top desk. I had the kids ‘helping’ me. They were mostly yelling and dancing and singing while I tried to decipher the cartoon based instructions. At one point Lucy said to me, "Don’t look, Dad." So of course I looked. I waited 3 beats and turned my head to see Lucy dropping trow(sers) and giving Max a full moon. I laughed and laughed.
Later, Lucy said to Toby "Mom, how big is your bottom?" I kept my mouth shut and waited to hear the answer. Toby said, "It is the perfect size for my pants, so I am happy with it." (She was wearing sweatpants). Lucy would have none of this. She said, "No, I mean how many inches around is it?" I couldn’t keep it in any more. My laughter allowed Toby to make a get away and avoid the answer.
