This may get ugly. There may be language. Apologies in advance. Sorry.
I am writing as things transpire. Basically… in real time. It’s happening NOW. (Pardon the paragraph breaks.)
Isabella (she’s 6): I’m huuuuungry!!
Mommy: Ok. What do you want?
Iz: Waaaaaaaa. I’m hungryyyyyyyy.
Mommy: I know! What do you want?! Chicken? Pizza? Ham sandwich? Soup?
Julianna (the eight-year-old): Can I have the iPad?
Mommy: The iPad? Seriously? I’m dealing with dinner.
Iz: Waaaaaaah! Oatmeal.
I stick my fingers in my ears. (Literally. Quite literally. Fingers. Ears.)
Iz: No one cares that I hurt myself! On the oatmeal!
Me: Really? Oatmeal?… Boo-Hoo
Iz: My tongue. Too hot,
Me: After five minutes?
Eventually, things calm down…
We’ve reached the end of the parade.
Iz: Oooo. Is that Sponge Bob?
J: Yay! Sponge Bob!
Both: Daddy, can we watch Sponge Bob?!
Only if I can go to bed…