All of my attention was hyper-focused on something terribly stressful, like trying to get the last bit of sun-melted saltwater sticky taffy off of it’s waxed paper wrapper, when I vaguely heard the music from the local sno-cone truck. I also vaguely remember both of my kids running to My Captain, hearing the dangle of change from his pocket, and then the sound of the doors of Pop-pop’s little cottage, where we were vacationing for the week, slamming.
Moments later, when I finally surfaced from the wax paper task, and had hidden any evidence of it thoroughly, I realized the cottage was awfully quiet.
I worried, as any good mama would do, and set out to find my two most likely mess-makers. I got as far as the garden porch, when I spied this:
Aw! Critter and Varmint are so like their mama, equating summer with excessive sugar consumption!
Whatcha doin’ guys?
Tasting rainbows, mom. Ever tasted a rainbow?
Can’t say that I have darlins!
They taste an awful lot like one of your kisses, Mom.
Pardon me, friends, while I melt into putty that would fit in the palm of my children’s hands.
Mama Boe 