She’s laughing so hard she can hardly tell me what happened. So I text him, not even realizing that it’s like 1 in the morning.ĭidn’t think anything of it, but I get a call about an hour later from my wife. I remembered something I forgot to tell my 13-year-old son. I’d get home around 6 am and then sleep in the car while my wife drives. So we were leaving on a trip a few months ago. The kids can’t wait to take another bath and dye themselves another color. On the bright side, my husband finds our little Smurfs hilarious so I’ve been sending him pictures of them out in our yard posing with their blue slide and sandbox. Turns out they used way too much color in the bathbombs and I didn’t stop them because I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t notice immediately because my kids have dark skin, but in the sun, they are navy blue. It wasn’t until one of my sons was running around shirtless later that I realized that he was blue from the shoulders down. I pulled them out and noticed that the water stained the towels and tub a bit, but whatever. My kids were actually excited to bathe for once so I loaded all three of them in and let them sit for a while.
They did, however, make the water a nice purpley blue and smelled pretty good. They fizz a bit but break up and sink to the bottom pretty quickly. We go to test out the bathbombs and they kind of suck. I was a bit zoned out and was mostly just watching to make sure they didn’t put anything in their mouth/nose/eyes. My kids got to add the scent and colors and put them in different molds. I’m running out of ideas but I found a bathbomb-making kit and thought that might be fun. My husband is a hospital tech so he’s been on call nonstop and I’ve been trying to find things to entertain our triplets. I don’t know who’s more p*ssed, my wife that this plan backfired so horrifically, or his older brothers that they never thought to do this. my son has almost twice as much candy as he would have from just keeping his trick-or-treating. And I did swear, and we put a lot of emphasis on the importance of keeping your word. I started to tell him to put it back, but he said, “What? You said I could buy whatever I wanted! You swore! I want my candy back then.” His candy had already been eaten by my co-workers. There’s my son, who has raided the clearance aisle and found 200 Kit Kats for $10. Then we went to Walmart after school and the kids ran to pick out their stuff. Getting all the sugar out of his room was a best-case scenario easiest $31.75 I’d spent all week.
I was shocked, but he’d been saving up for a skateboard for a bit so must’ve decided to go all in to push his savings over the edge. He said, “So then it’s my money and I can buy whatever I want with it? A new skateboard even? Anything?” “You bet.” “Swear?” “Yep.” Our third child is 8 this year so called us out on the Santa thing. They’d give up about 3/4 of their candy and buy a toy. Did this with our oldest two and it worked great. When the kids get old enough to realize Santa is a hoax, that’s when we start paying in cash: 25 cents per piece. When they’re young we tell them Santa brings every boy and girl a present on Halloween, and the more candy you leave him, the better a present he’d leave in exchange.
We live in a great candy neighborhood, so every year they come home with 100-200 pieces.
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