Funny Little Creatures

As I'm drafting this on my bathroom floor my children are spitting water from their mouths onto the walls of my shower. I should care... but really, why? Who is it hurting? The water is clean - gathered straight into their mouths from the showerhead. The walls aren't getting any wetter than they would otherwise, and ultimately, they are washing their bodies, entertaining themselves and creatively pretending to be elephants trumpeting water from their trunks. Who am I to put an end to this?

My children are truly funny little creatures, though I must admit that all too often my adult-ness gets in their way. This evening at dinner their imagination once again amazed me and made me want to freeze time and enjoy these ages forever.

Just a half hour ago I was seated at the table with the boys, feasting on a fancy meal of grilled cheese sandwiches, LeSeur peas, sliced cantaloupe and (thanks for the freebies, Liz) some leftover restaurant tortilla chips. For whatever reason Parker decided he was uninterested in peas, so I scooped up a spoonful and started the airplane toward his mouth. With "Sounds of the Season" gently filling our house with Christmas cheer, I sang "Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer, had a mouth full of peas!" and glided the huge spoonful into his smile with ease.

Within seconds I was responded to with "Jingle Peas! Jingle Peas! Jingle all the way!" from my other side. At this addition by Brady, Parker rolled in laughter (and gladly accepted another bite.) Our next bite came to "Oh Christmas Peas, Oh Christmas Peas, how green and little you are!" Brady came right back at me with "Frosty the snowman ate a big bowl of pea peas!" (Nah, it doesn't have to make any sense.... the creativity is perfection enough.)

After both children finished eating the majority of their given plates, they hopped down and cheerfully went away from the table while singing Jingle Bells. Once the dishes were cleaned and rinsed (unfortunately not put away because the dishwasher is full), I called for them to come to our room for a shower.

Silence. "Boys, let's go!"

Then, "Parker let's log roll all the way!"

A minute later, two little bodies - shaking with laughter - came rolling into the bathroom, bumping into walls and rolling over each other. After a few more minutes of circular rolling, they were stripped of clothing and tossed in... finding us in our current situation. They are now baby sabertooth tigers (and I'm apparently the teacher sabertooth) and according to Brady they now only speak "Spanish," though it sounds more like cats in heat than any actual language.

All that said, I must run .... Parker is now crying that Brady spit water in his eye.

See, what did I tell you? Hilarious.