I've never hidden the fact that there are certain aspects of motherhood that I find overwhelming. I hate thinking about the future, when my children are going to get into cars and drive off to go on dates and get themselves into all kinds of situations I would never allow them to get into, what with drugs and drinking and unsafe driving, not to mention back to that whole dating thing (shudder). But that's all in the future -- albeit the near future -- and it's today that's got me shaking my head.
I was awakened to screaming. It's a pretty typical thing, and not pleasant.
"Mommy! Ammon put ketchup on me!"
It's early in the morning. Too early for breakfast -- ketchup? Why ketchup?
"Go wash yourself off. Ammon!"
Ammon comes sauntering in, unconcerned.
"Can you explain the ketchup to me?"
"Well, I wanted to do something that, to me, was funny, so I decided to wake Joseph up by squirting ketchup on him."
Oh, now, that makes total sense. Why didn't I think of that?