Every year, in the last days of the year, our elementary has a talent show. Brave boys and girls step out on the stage with mic in hand and impress the audience with their boldness and courage. Weird Al songs have made a few appearances at the talent show. I think these songs (from a couple years back) inspired my little middle for today's participation in Red Ribbon Week.
We are in the midst of Red Ribbon Week, celebrating and committing to healthy, drug-free lifestyles. Today's theme is "Hats Off to Being Drug-Free", where students are allowed to wear hats to school and during the school day. It's so exciting!
Last night, after he had already been told to go to bed twice, the little middle said, "Mom, I want to make an aluminum foil hat for tomorrow."
"You are supposed to have brushed your teeth and be in bed. We are not talking about hats right now. If you can get up, and get yourself going in the morning, and find that you have time to make a hat, then you can talk to me about it," I answered. "Now, go to bed."
This morning, as I drearily got dressed and drained two cups of coffee, the little middle was busy dressing, brushing, eating, and designing. I trudged down the stairs to a bustling kitchen where the little boys were occupied, one with dry cereal on the counter, the other with aluminum foil on the floor.
The baby was the cause of my sleepiness. He seems to be decreasing my hours of rest at 15 minute increments with today's initial wake up call at 4:37, too early. Now, I find him happily munching on cereal, watching his brother create something shiny. I am jealous of his ability to easily fall back into a slumber, while I lay in bed changing my mind repeatedly about what to wear or what to make for dinner.
The little middle raises up from the floor with his aluminum foil cap on, complete with a camo duct tape connecting to the aluminum foil bill. It's possibly one of the cutest things I've ever seen. He is proud and happy. "Looks good. Are you done?" I ask.
"Aaaaluuuuuminum Foooiiiiiil!" he sings, in reply. Thanks, Weird Al.
On the way to school, with the three youngest boys in tow, the little middle says from the third row, "Mom, do you know the last time we ate at the Chinese food place?"
"Not really," I say back.
He continues, "Well, my fortune said 'Tomorrow your creative juices will be flowing,' and that would have been a Saturday, but today is Tuesday."
"Ok." I mean what do you say back to that?
My boys are random. I am random. I don't know why I continue to be surprised.