We don't often have dessert in our house. We're not opposed to dessert, we just don't tend to go to the trouble.
And then the other night, he was getting the kids while I made the weekly grocery store run. And while there, I picked up a package of cookies, thinking we just needed something sweet and special to top off the boring throw-it-together dinner we were about to have. He must have had the same thought because he came home with the kids plus a box of Star Kisses from Dairy Queen. His pick won their hearts instantly. And then we spent the next 20 minutes licking our stars and then running to the bathroom to stare at our tongues and then running back to see if the next color would change our tongues once again. Four kids, eating, running, fighting for mirror space, shuffling back, doing it over again. And I sat in the corner shivering. It's what I imagine having four teenagers will be like.
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Nope, nope. The girls will refuse to be near the bathroom the boys use when they're teenagers and the girls sink will be clogged from all. that. hair. Good luck.
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