My favorite game as a child was "Orphan." I think I told you about this once. I'm afraid we have not done a good job explaining what it really means to be an orphan.
Tonight, we were all getting in to the car. Everyone was stepping on someone's toes, jabbing elbows into ribs, whining, calling names, crying and creating a terrible hullabaloo. Justin and I were just looking at each other with that, they are driving me crazy look and trying to decide whether to laugh or cry.
My husband finally informed them that we were going to drop them off at the orphanage. Immediately, the back seat rang out with,
"HOORAY!!! YEAH!!! Oh, really, Daddy? Really? Do we get to go to an orphanage? I'm so EXCITED!!"
So, the crying was out. Everyone stopped fighting and we laughed the whole way home.
Boy, oh, boy am I glad the whole crazy, musical-loving, romantic, and absurd passel is mine.