So, my dear hubby scored the much-coveted Christmas week for vacation this year… which is nice for him because he works nights and, with the kids home for Christmas break, God and I know he would NOT get any sleep around here this week. It’s nice having him home to spend some time with us!
On the first evening of his vacation, Daddy put on his coat to make an apple juice run. My Big Little Man — now ten pounds smaller than his genetically- but no longer so physically-identical brother — asked with trepidation, “Daddy, you go to work?” Daddy replied happily, “No! I’m on va-ca-tion this week. That means I don’t have to go to work! AND, you are also on va-ca-tion! That means you don’t have to go to school this week!”
“That’s right. You’re on va-ca-tion!” Daddy repeated.
“Oh, va-ca-tion? Lala too? (his sister)
“Yep, Lala’s on va-ca-tion too!” smiled Daddy.
Daddy responded, “Yep, on va-ca-tion!”
No! Mommy is NOT on vacation!”
(SOOOO NOT right!)
Read a bit about our Christmas here.