My Leprechauns

You know how sometimes your kids can do something sooo bad, it almost makes you laugh? When Acacia was only five, she was so mad at Nick she cut a hole in our sheet on his side of the bed. That is so naughty it floored me she even thought of it.

My Mom once told me that when I came home from school with a letter from my 3rd grade teacher saying she finally figured out that all my book reports had been totally made up - title, characters, plot - that she and my Dad had a good laugh about it. Personally, I'm appalled it took the teacher so long... but I guess they didn't have Google back then.

So when I first saw that the gorgeous indigo glass in the girls' bathroom cabinet was shattered I wanted to wring someone's neck. I'd had to work for a few hours and Nick was flying, so the girls had a list of chores to do to keep them out of trouble: Laundry, which they did, with half the clothes inside-out, washed with Shout; Bring in firewood from the garage, which they did, leaving a trail of dust and bark through the house; and Clean their bathroom, which they were working on when Cayenne got annoyed with Acacia - who was sitting on the toilet reading a Calvin and Hobbes book - and she slammed the cabinet door. Crack!

But then I looked more closely and noticed all the shards had been crudely super-glued back together. My mind was instantly overtaken by the image of the two of them looking at each other aghast, trying desperately to come up with a plan, and furiously piecing the door back together, mumbling a ten-year-old version of the mantra: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit."

Nick made that cabinet. I love it. But I can't stop myself from giggling every time I think of the girls banding together to fix a disaster.

Just don't tell them that!