Yesterday we ran to H&R Block to have our taxes done. The kids were so good as they sat in the waiting area; all the tax advisors there even commented on their surprisingly most excellent behavior. (Evidently our kids' behavior was the exception, not the norm.) Our advisor suggested in a joking way that we should take them out for ice cream.
Since we found that we were actually getting money back, we decided that we would treat them to Cold Stone Creamery. It was to be their first time ever to this heavenly place.
On the way to the creamery, The Boy asked for a snack when we returned home. We said he could have a snack, chuckling on the inside because they were about to have the best form of snack ever! We went, they gasped, oooed and ahhhed over everything, took 5 years to make a decision because there were SO MANY CHOICES!, and then they smiled with realization that God made ice cream and it was good.
With full tummies we made our way home. The Boy quickly quipped, "Do we still get to have a snack when we get home?" and then he laughed gleefully.
That Boy... he's such a kidder.
The Girl is finding that though she is now a member of the body of Christ, The Boy annoys her just as much as he did before she became a Christian.
She's struggling to find the right reaction to him, but at least she's trying. Oh girl, this is just the beginning...
I was reminded again last night how incredibly blessed I am to be married to Mr. Right. This realization came as we were watching the fourth hour of Pride and Prejudice, and he was enjoying it as much as I was. But he likes chick flicks and always has. We love to watch When Harry Met Sally, Return To Me, While You Were Sleeping, Notting Hill, Always and many more.
Sigh. I just love that man.
Edited to add: Mr. Right would also like it pointed out that he likes Enter The Dragon, LOTR series, The Dirty Dozen, Tora Tora Tora, The Matrix, the Die Hard series, Gladiator, Mission Impossible series and many more. He's not a wuss. (Lucky for him, I like all those movies too.)