someone's grounded

Several months ago, during our morning meeting (aka: snuggle time) when all four of the children pile in to bed with us before getting up for the day, the discussion turned to names. Charlie was telling the kids that they could call him Dad, Daddy, Father, PaPa, but his preference is "Oh Mighty One."

Everyone laughed because Daddy?

He's funny that way.

Fast forward to earlier this week when Charlie took the children to the store and they all made the plea that he buy them new bicycles. Since we're buying the triplets new bicycles for their upcoming birthday, the answer was an obvious no. My husband didn't tell the children our plans of their birthday gifts, because he wants for it to be a surprise.

According to him, they took the news well that they wouldn't be leaving the store with new bicycles, they didn't make a fuss, and things were going just swell until they were standing in line - in front of several other customers and the cashier. That's when the triplets, in unison, looked at their father with tears in their eyes and said, "Oh Daddy. Oh PaPa. Please can we have a bicycle? Why don't you love us, OH MIGHTY ONE?"

He snorted out loud, but then saw that all the eyes within ear shot were sadly nodding at our children. THE CULPRITS. So he pulled them in to a loving bear hug and said, "GOOD TRY."

Charlie came home to tell me this story and said, "I can't believe our children would ever attempt to premeditate an embarrassment like that in public!" Then we saw this video clip and we hope that we never get pulled over by the police when the children are in the car...

As a precautionary measure, crayons and paper are no longer allowed when we're driving.