The battle started as many others do. A misunderstanding here, a taunt there, suddenly there were feathers in the air and shouts of “fire the cannons!” Sporadic battles flashed up everywhere. In the kitchen, a mummy roared after terrified fighters catching them in the bedroom where the enraged mummy tossed the children to and fro, whilst tickling them till the puked. One pivotal moment in the textile war was when the children discovered that mummies are secretly terrified of small children growls and cowboy hats.
Upon making this discovery, the children turned the tide of the battle by both deafening and terrifying their opponent. The inevitable ending was the utter demise of the terrible mummy. This photo was taken at shortlybefore the mummy met his end....
After the terrible battle, the troops were extremely hungry. Rallying in the kitchen, the troops yelled for their Quartermaster (oddly named mommy) and were promptly treated to a champion’s dinner of pizza, gogurt and fruit. At one point in the celebration, the Quartermaster determined that she thought we should all “sing-talk” everything. While the CO initially agreed, the merriment quickly devolved into infighting and riots over the last piece of pizza….all done in chorus of course.
I'm not going to lie...we love pizza in our house...
As in all things, however, too much of a good thing can lead to bad consequences. Immediately following the battle for the last piece, Madison decided that she must retire and promptly announced she was going to go potty with the paper. And with funnies in hand, that’s just what she did. I love weekends.



Your family sounds like so much fun :)
ReplyDeleteThanks again for your words of encouragement. I have been feeling pretty overwhelmed myself and it touched me that you reached out.