omg
What’s in the rainbow?
Strawberries, carrots, bananas, broccoli, blueberries, and blackberries.
And the clouds?
Dips. A sweet cream cheese one for the fruits, and ranch for the veggies.
And the nuggets are the gold at the end of the rainbow?
Aye
And they ate all of it, even the veggies?
There were a handful left behind, but they ate most of it.
Levi was covered in dip
[pic of Levi with a ranch mustache and beard]
That’s my new lock screen photo.
Sorry I have to get back to this mtg.
Thank you.
It’s my pleasure.
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and finish wiping down the counter.
“Can we color? Mama said we aren’t allowed to have any screens for an hour before bed,” Micah says.
“Sure. You want to get all the supplies?”
He runs over to the cabinet in the living room and pulls out several coloring books and crayons. When he returns to the kitchen, he climbs up the stool and lays everything out.
My eyes flick over to where Levi is sitting upside down,head hanging off the couch as he watches a dalmatian ride around in a fire truck. “Should we turn the TV off, then?”
“Yeah, but he’s gonna scream.”
I ponder what to do for a second and then realize I already know how to motivate Levi. Micah starts coloring a Spider-Man page, and I grab one of the coloring books he set in the pile.
“That looks so good, Micah. I wish there was someone that could help me color as well as you.” I raise my voice so I can be heard over the TV and see Levi’s little head pop up over the back of the couch out of my periphery. Seconds later, he turns off the TV and scrambles over the back of the couch and joins us at the kitchen island.
Levi climbs onto the counter and sits cross-legged while he colors. He slowly inches his way toward me as I stand across from Micah’s stool.
“Look, he’s pooping.” Levi giggles as he holds up a drawing that he’s scribbled on, not staying in the lines at all. But it’s what’s underneath the crouching Spider-Man that has him all excited as he points to a giant pile of poo. He’s literally colored it so it would appear the superhero is taking a giant poop in the street. I burst out into laughter, and he follows suit.
When I look over at Micah, he’s frowning. “Levi, Mama said you can’t say that word unless you’re in the potty.”
Shite, I forgot about that rule.
“It’s okay,” I say to Micah. “I’ll tell her I forgot. Let’s just not say it anymore, okay?” I direct the last part at Levi.
We color in silence for several minutes when I feel Micah staring at me and I look up from my drawing.
“Your eyes look like Levi’s eyes,” Micah muses.
