In a sense.
The talk around the house lately has been Lent.
More specifically, what to give up for Lent.
We (the family) don’t always give something up… in fact, I don’t think my kids ever have.
My spousal unit and I have.
Randomly.
Wax and wane.
Wax on, wax off?
Aaaaanywhoooos…
My middle daughter has been really thinking (and talking) about what to give up. She is intent.
She is such a goal-setter.
I am yet undecided (see: waxing and waning).
I gave up coffee one time.
::hands you a paper bag to breathe in::
Yeah. I am still trying to right the world back on it’s axis after that one.
I gave the kids a Lent suggestion tonight. I interrupted yet another trite argument between the three.
Good golly… THREE ARGUERS.
Kids. Kids! KIDSSSSS!!!!
I know what you can give up for Lent!
::crickets::
ARGUING!
Without skipping a beat this is what I got:
Livi (9): Can I just give up cookies?
Lucy (6): Can I just give up SMILING oooooooor PINCHING?
Joel (12): Well, I know I can’t give up my sexiness.
For reals.
This is the tide I swim against every day.
Every.
Day.
No waning.
Ever.
Full court press.
3 on 1.
Did I ever mention that I hate basketball?
Pinching. She is willing to give up pinching. Ooofda.
The Pincher
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