|Summer break with more than one child|
My three girlies and two of their friends are engaged in a riotous game of Charades. It is Hosanna's turn to act something out. She stands and starts contorting her body in a way that can only be described as a cross between a feral seizure and a person going through an exorcism. The guesses from the young audience begin flying.
"YOU'RE AN OLD LADY CHASING BEES!"
"A MONKEY TRYING TO DO A HANDSTAND?"
"SOMEONE FISHING LIKE ON A RIVER WHERE THEY THROW IT?" (I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that meant fly fishing.)
"AN OCTOPUS! FIGHTING A SHARK! OR GETTING TICKLED! BY A SHARK!"
"YOU'RE MAKING A HUUUUUUUGE PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH AND THEN WIPING IT ON YOUR BODY!" (Yep. My kid.)
"EZRA HAVING A TANTRUM?"
This is when Hosanna, fully out of breath, pauses and indignantly says, "No guys, I'm mom dancing."