Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Just Talking

I stood in the kitchen and talked to my boys tonight.

They had covered two Christmas parties this evening.

There was laughing and teasing and an impromptu bass recital.

There was gossip about their cousin and his meds.

There was sharing of photos from cell phones.

There were confessions of naughty white elephants.

There was an actual white elephant.  Made of wood it was, but still an elephant.

There was the aftermath of too much really great Mexican food.

There was mock terror and mimicking Big Daddy and his finger snap/finger point/look of death combo when they get out of line.   

They left and went to the other end of the house and disappeared in their rooms.

I lingered in the kitchen for awhile.  

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