So last night it’s just me and the girls. Mom has dinner she has to attend for work. We have a full evening. We have to eat dinner, take Kinsey to gymnastics, carve pumpkins and pick up Kinsey from gymnastics.
Dinner is surprisingly easy. But it was hot dogs and that rarely meets with resistance. Certainly nothing like the fierce Germans-defending-the-hedgerows-in-Normandy type resistance we encountered on Monday evening when Mom made some cheese and chicken tortilla soup. It was good. Cheesy. A little spicy. Good stuff.
It was like we were feeding them broccoli and zucchini sandwiches and dipped them in Big Daddy’s Five Alarm Volcano Lava-Q Emergency Room Survivor sauce. Rye was gagging. Kinsey was crying. Bailey was, well, Bailey was filling her soup up with crushed crackers and eating it faster than NBC News makes up stuff about Sarah Palin.
Listening to Kinsey you’d think we were feeding it to her through a blow torch.
Once the theatrics were complete and we had a full 3 acts worth of theatrics, the girls recovered as if the soup was just fine. Funny how that happens when you tell them the first one done gets a hand full of peanut M&M’s.
Bailey won by the way. Kinsey finished last. Or third, if you’re a Democrat.
Anyway, back to last night. Kinsey gets her gymnastics outfit on, we line up the pumpkins on the kitchen table and I tell the girls to each draw a face they’d like me to carve. I’ll cut the tops out and they get to scoop out the guts themselves.
I love carving pumpkins. Mom hates it. So since we’ve had the girls, I’ve done the pumpkins every year. Now they are big enough to each scoop out the pumpkin goop on their own. I was skeptical that they’d be able to do it without bombing the kitchen floor with strands of pumpkin entrails. Nevertheless, they managed to keep most it on the table or in the pumpkin cadaver bowl.
We even managed to get Kinsey’s and Bailey’s completed before we had to go to gymnastics. On the way there we have to drive by a fairly nice neighborhood. Big houses. $450K and up. Which gets the girls talking about how our house is too small and how we need to move into a bigger one.
“Dad, we need to get a bigger house because we’re all getting bigger so we need more room.”
“Well Rye now isn’t really the best time to be selling the one we’re in plus once the Democrats get control of everything we need to save all our money to pay for the lazy people Barack Obama wants to help.”
“Yeah, well, um…I still think we need a bigger house.”
“Riley is right Daddy.
“You’re five Bailey. I’m not taking financial advice from you. Although it seems everybody who voted for the bailout seems to be listening.”
“Dad, when we get our new house I’m going to need a fashion room.”
“Really Sid. A fashion room.”
“Yes. And a closet with an elevator.”
That ended the exchange. We drop Kinsey off and head back to the house to finish up Rye’s pumpkin. But we’re only home for a little bit before we’re back in the car heading back to gymnastics to pick up Kinsey. And we’re 3 minutes late.
We walk in and I see Kinz dressed and ready to go standing by the door eyeing everybody who comes in. She sees us and gives the “Where WERE you” look.
Again, and I’ve said this before, I pity the poor kid who decides to date Kinsey in high school.
“Dad you guys are late.”
“Only a couple minutes kiddo. But hey, great job getting dressed on your own and waiting by the door for us. It was very mature”
“Yeah, I know. Thanks.”
So anyway, tonight is trick or treating in Des Moines. Beggar’s Night. It’s stupid to do it the day before Halloween. But that’s what we do. Of course it is 70 degrees here today so that’s not so bad. I’ll let you know how it goes.