Sometimes you just have to mess with your kids to have a little fun.
Yesterday, Hubby and I had a date. We took the babies to daycare, sneaking out of the house while the teens were still asleep, and went to the beach. We packed two small coolers with our adult, refreshing beverages, and parked on the beach.
I have a new favorite drink--Smirnoff Ice Green Apple Bite. Amazingly delicious. Like a Jolly Rancher Candy in liquid form. But I'm birdwalking.
We spent th eday sunning, swimming, eating, drinking and generally enjoying each other's company, reminding ourselves why we got married in the first place.
After lunch, we went for ice cream. The problem was that it was over 100 degrees, and the chocolate ice cream kept attacking my husband's clothes. By the time we got home, it looked like dried blood stains on his shirt and shorts, so we went with it.
Leigh: What is that on Dad's shirt?
Leigh: What happened?? (Shock and interest)
Hubby: Someone was hitting on your mom, so I handled it.
Leigh: No way. You hit someone?
Me: No. He knocked someone's lights out.
Leigh: Did the cops come?
Me: Not sure. We left pretty quickly after that.
Leigh, running from the room: Danae! Danae! Dad got in a fight at the beach today and has blood all over him!!
Danae, coming out to look: OMG, Dad. Did you really hit someone?
Hubby just stood there, with his arms out, letting the girls get a look at the stains.
It was THE topic of conversation yesterday. Apparantly, word of my husband's alleged bar fight made it to my mom, twenty-three hours away, with the information that I'd gotten a tattoo. They left out the part about it being henna.
So now, Hubby has some street cred with the teens, I giggle everytime I think about it, and all is normal in our world. I know it's probably against good parenting to mess with your kids like that, but it was just so amusing, we couldn't help it!
ba-deep ba-deep ba-deep . . .
7 years ago