My wife went out of town this weekend with her friends. I was hoping Stacey would have chosen our oldest daughter to hold the torch of authority. She somehow chose me instead.
During these very dangerous and unpredictable times, my mind goes into a survival mode I can’t explain. The definition of a successful weekend is just keeping kids alive, a decent version of Mac and cheese several times, and the house not burning down.
However, I got played pretty good this morning going to school.
Dropping them off I look over and notice all this makeup on faces; mascara, lipstick, etc. Everywhere. The littles aren’t supposed to wear makeup yet. They know this. And they clearly also know how vulnerable I currently am.
At that moment I knew that they knew it was a perfect execution with Mom out of town. It was like a slow motion stab in the back. But they just smiled like little princesses looking forward as if nothing is happening. However they aren’t always princesses. They are ninja warriors. These little people know what they are doing. They plan. And they can attack with precision.
