My Hungarian grandma used to say that in the Old Country, Three Kings Day was the same thing as “Little Christmas.” In our house, it means one more thing…Timber!
“Can we keep it up all year?” Anna pleaded.
I think of how long it takes to wrap up every ornament, unstring the lights, disassemble the tree, pack it up, hoist it into the attic and lug it into a crawl space, smacking my head on every ceiling plank along the way.
Good news, Anna. We just might.
In honor of Doug’s birthday today, I asked the kids to help us pick out a restaurant.
“Let’s go to McDonald’s,” Tyler suggested. “We can push Daddy down the slide!”
“Do they sell food at the toy store?” asked Anna.
“Let’s go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house!” Eva exclaimed. “We can ask THEM for dinner!”
Mom, tell Dad to put on his apron. We’ll be there in half an hour.
Anna’s favorite field trip at preschool this year was a guided tour through Fitzgerald’s Foods. Although I surprised myself by having a delightful, non-teeth gnashing experience in a grocery store, something didn’t sit right with me about their petting zoo.
