Opposite day is a big thing around here, but I still can’t get over the semantics of the initial statement.
For those who may have missed it, I started a new job a few weeks ago with PixelMill as a web developer — less design, more coding. This job change means that I no longer work from home but commute 15 minutes on my bike to the office. It’s been a transition for our whole family, but particularly for Steve, who is now solo with the boys all day e’er’ day.
We got to spend lots of quality time with our friends on a week-long youth group trip. On the way back, our “family van” stopped for lunch at a pizza place, which had a full arcade and lots of candy and prize dispensers. Matthew used one of his quarters to buy a bouncy ball. After lunch, as he was playing with it, our little friend Sophia burst into tears. (The conversation about her missing bouncy ball really happened with me and her mom, but you know, this is a slightly fictionalized comic.)
Matthew had a perpetually dirty neck for a few months. In mid-May, Steven casually told us, “Hey, you know how Matthew’s neck is always really dirty? It’s because on April Fool’s Day, I took the empty soap bottle and filled it with water and put in yellow food coloring and then I hid the soap under the sink.”
We have a system where our boys get one ticket for sleeping in past seven (or remaining quietly in their beds until seven) and two tickets for sleeping in past eight, or being the last one up (past seven).
Matthew ran out three times within five minutes and collapsed in tears when I told him he was “up.”