I am relinquishing the fun parent award (otherwise known as the Bribey) to the Artist. Maybe forever.
He trumped me.
He stomped me.
He left me in the drywall dust.
He called the girls away from their squabbling to give our countertops a final farewell before the workers arrive tomorrow to help push our kitchen into the 21st century.
As a loving tribute to our formica laminate, the Artist dealt out big, fat sharpies and set my children loose.
Forget the ice cream truck.
Forget amusement parks.
Forget glow in the dark stickers.
You wanna see joy?
This is what joy looks like!