And right there you've got my attention. We'll need a Plan B. Pronto.
"Hey, guys, I have a great plan for today. How about if we go to Starbucks, you can drink hot chocolate, I'll get a mocha, and we'll play games until lunchtime?"
Tucker was all over it.
Tyler was disappointed. "But I wanted to go to Disney World."
Yeah, me too, kiddo. Starbucks is a close second, though.
Two hours later, and I wish I were exaggerating, we were out the door.
We played Uno, during which Tucker kept calling it Luna, Tyler kept shouting Bingo, and he kept declaring matches, as if this game were so similar to Memory.
We also played Old Maid, which Tyler lost, but he was sure he won since he was the only one with one more card left.
And we played a card matching game, which involved what the boys have aptly named The Pufferfish Hug. It accompanies any victory.
Tucker remembered when Daddy taught him to ride his bike.
Tyler remembered climbing on Daddy's head. (Wrestling has taken a backseat these days; I'm not so much up for the climbing on the head business.)
I remembered bedtimes and Daddy's silly stories.
We laughed, played, and remembered. With whipped cream on top.
Today, we did okay.