Well, my days of relative peace and quite have come to an end. The kids are back from Grandma's house, and chaos has resumed.
"Do you want to see something stupid?" my six-year-old son asked as he was eating his lunch.
"No. Not really," I replied.
I guess my answer really didn't matter because the next second he was pouring his Capri Sun juice onto his head.
I looked at him and shook my head. I could not believe what I had just seen.
"I hope that fly that's been buzzing around here lands on your head and lays some maggots on you for that one!"