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Sassy and the Bandit: A Love Story
I had to work all weekend. What that meant to me was long hours and sweating. What that meant to My Honey was he spent the whole weekend with the kiddies. I got the better deal no matter how much I complained.
I spoke to My Honey yesterday to see what they were up to and they were planting a garden. We do this each spring. We fill up the flower beds and, the last couple of years, that has also meant planting vegetables.
My husband was expressing his frustration over the phone and at one point had to yell out, “DO NOT HIT YOUR SISTER WITH A SHOVEL!”
I’m guessing it went all down hill from there.
When I got home it was dark out but I could see the flowers on the porch and around the windows. They were lovely. I could also see the goose egg on Sassy’s head.
I keep promising them they will be great friends when they grow up. It worked for my brother and me and I even handcuffed him to the mailbox once.
I have hope.
When we were little, my sister hit my brother on the back of the head with a hatchet! Stitches were required. I was the oldest and was supposed to be watching out for them. It did not go well for me.
We drove to Gettysburg today, and Alex spent the day torturing us. At one point, he had lost all but two of something special. So, he hit his sister twice and cried out that he lost everything! He was laughing at how bad he was.
Eventually, he was moved to the next row back in our car. Then, everything within reach had to be moved so he couldn’t hit his sister. Then, we had to stop so we could make him buckle. Then, he fell asleep. Thank goodness!
Almost five-year-old boys are so much fun.