"No Mom, it’s Joyfulling me!" From the way he was moonwalking in circles on the piles of quilts, comforters, pillows and stuffed animals, I’d say he was. Bedtime was interrupted by a cascade of chai tea, wetting both bunk beds. It was left on B’s bed this morning when he woke up with a sore throat and a sweet by not very sensible Mother thought it would do him good to wake up with a hot drink in bed.
My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
Whenever I kiss the boys goodnight, the spicy smell of the chai is wonderful.