Just a short story today, but one that made Rachel and I howl on an otherwise chippy day!
The boys had been a bit... challenging. So it came as no surprise that eye-gauging mayhem was the order of the hour, when finally Elijah settled a bit and began to play with his balloons. Hearing no yowls, screams or other yodeling noises, Rachel and I ducked around the corner for a bit of sanity.
This lasted about fifteen seconds before Elijah bellowed at us, "Come look! I make the kite fly!"
I won't lie. My first thought upon hearing this wasn't positive. In fact, I was pretty sure that there would be ten to fifteen minutes of cleanup involved.
Instead, we turned the corner into the kitchen to see a balloon "kite" hovering in midair with Elijah, the 'windmaster' himself, keeping it aloft by switching a fan (what else?) on and off.
Enthralled, we watched him for a good five minutes as he dazzled us with his ingenuity and imagination. It was pretty cool. Our reverie was interrupted by another yodel from behind us.
And what was this phenomenon? While Elijah had been enthralling us, Judah had seized the moment, climbed atop our kitchen table, and was swooping up and down on it!
We might sleep with one eye open for the rest of our lives, but thanks to these little knights, we'll probably have fun doing it!
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