Last night was the first of three particularly special events which are all connected with our grand purpose here in Utah. But more of that later. While we were out, we asked Uncle Trevor to watch the children while we went out.When we arrived at our party bugless my mother and sister-in-laws asked if I wanted to visit the Deseret Book Outlet store right across the street.
Gospel books at discount prices? I was in heaven. Heaven I say.
Did I mention there were books?
When we got home we began the post-babysitting interview.
So Trevor, how bad were they?
“Oh, they were fine until about 7:00 when they sensed I was considering their forthcoming bedtime. Then they ran and hid. They collectively decided to hide under the bed in the purple room. But it’s hard with three of them. I’d reach under the bed and grab one leg and begin pulling it out when the arm of another I had just pulled out went back in.”
Yes Trevor, three is oh so hard.
What else?
When I told them they could each have three squares of my Cadbury chocolate bars The Princess ate two and then demanded three more. She said the first two were testers.
Did they brush their teeth?
“It depends on what you consider brushing teeth. I’m pretty sure they just sucked the toothpaste off the toothbrush and handed it back to me.”
Did they go to sleep when it was time?
“The Pirate wasn’t too bad. The Pixie declared she couldn’t sleep.”
Oh yes, her infamous declaration.
“Yeah. I said goodnight, turned off the light and that’s when she sat up and announced her insomnia.”
Ha, what did you do?
“I told her, ‘You just laid her head on her pillow for one second and then made your decision to not be able to sleep.’ Then I walked out of the room.”
Good man. What about the Princess.
“I wanted to sit up by the twins room while they were falling asleep so I sat in the hall reading.”
(Sweet guy.)
“And then the Princess came out and asked me who I voted for during the election. When I told her, she declared her disappointment in the presidential outcome. She was under the impression that the president has more than power than he really has. I had to explain to her congress and the supreme court and the legislative process.” Then he looked at me accusingly, “How come you haven’t explained to her the power of the constitution yet?”
Because I’m a bad mom…and she’s five.
Oh.
By the way – did you do that to the shoes?
He looked down. “I definitely did not to that to the shoes.”
After spending the evening with her, he too is sure it was the work of an insomniatic Pixie.