The Good Life

The girls made these sugar eggs with Andi, the Hawaiin Goddess. They're delightful. I was staring at them and the little chickies inside and it dawned on me that I think I want to be that wee little, pink chick. Wouldn't it be a great life to live in a house made of sugar? You could lick a wall at any given moment. Sounds rather heavenly.

This week I have reached a pinnacle with my mothering skills. I have a particular kindergartner that has been soooo naughty at school, that I have simply surrendered. I am unable to process how to handle this child--and the other two for that matter. So, as I looked at this sugar egg, I longed to live in there. I could hide away inside a sugar cave. It would be quiet and I could sit on green coconut grass. No one would whine, yell, ignore or talk back to me. How could they when their beaks are made from a pipe cleaner? Sounds pretty good, wanna join me? Maybe I can have a little village of sugar homes and I will rent them out to my most special friends. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone where you are. Or that you are licking the walls clean.