Needless to say, I was extremely relaxed and chilled out when the kids tumbled through my door, jabbering and laughing and arguing. I exuberantly clapped my hands together like a regular old Pollyanna and chirped, "Well! Let's all promise to make tomorrow a GREAT day! How about it, Justin? Will you do your best at school work tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Excellent!" clap, clap. Chirp, chirp. "Corinne? How about my ballerina?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"That's my girl! Evan? What do you say? Can we make Monday a GREAT day?!?"
"I'm not making any promises I can't keep, Mama."
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"Did he? Did he really just say that?"
Roaring laughter of astonishment.
One quality I can brag about: he is honest.
It is moments like these that save Evan's rear end. I pray that today, mid-geography lesson angst, I remember the incredible laughter I had with everyone last night over his one-liner.