It's Monday! (Please sing that in the voice of someone recently released from a Sunday spent arguing with a 2 year old. More on that later.)
We'll pony up the MicroFiction first. I'm joining Susan and the MicroFictioneers to bring you joy in 140 letters or less.
"For the life of him, John could not figure out why Esther had given him the painting. Was it a hint? A gag? He just didn't get it."
"Georgia was was appalled. She could not believe they put her beautiful flower next to a man in a sombrero. Yuck."
And on to "I'd rather be" Monday.
-> I'd rather be at work than arguing with my 2 year old. About anything (or in our case, everything). We've watched enough TV for the morning, we do have to go shopping, you have to let your little brother have his own toys, you need a bath. You name it, we had a fight about it. The worst fight? The Mickey Mouse on your undies goes on the back. No, you won't hurt Mickey when you sit on him. (A note to the makers of children's underwear. Seriously guys???Why would you put the characters on the seat, for a 2 year old? This is not some 16 year old who wants to advertise that she's "Juicy" on her rear...) I miss the days when I could say, "LG let's color!" and he'd sit and draw for 20 minutes. Now it's, "I don't want those markers. I want paints. No, not those paints. O can't color! Nooooooo!" sigh.