The other day I decided to teach the tornadoes moderation and allow Tornado E to pick where we would eat lunch. Can you guess? Three tries, and it has golden arches.
After lunch the boys rushed the playground and became friends with three little girls. My boys were particularly fond of one, dubbing her Princess Leia. When it was time to go, I told the boys to get their shoes and say goodbye to their friends.
Tornado S gave the little girl a hug. She squirmed to get away. Then it dawned on her what Tornado S was doing, so she returned the hug. Tornado S saw a opportunity and kissed her right on the lips.
Um, huh? What?
Oh, God, I think I’m in trouble.