Some days, we have the most idyllic of family experiences.
I putter in the sparklingly clean kitchen, apron shielding my housedress. Ken sits in his easy chair, reading the paper (online). The children frolic in their make-believe games...
...and then I wake up from my daydream.
Oh yes, there are make-believe games.
Just imagine what sort of games you can come up with when you match up Mr. Gullible, Miss Encouragement, and Mr. Reads-Too-Many-Scary-Books.
This was the scene I peeked out on when the kids were being JUST a little too quiet.
I never thought to ask them what nefarious purposes they had in mind for the pitchfork.
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