So, while a mother unloads the dishwasher and calls friends to line up child care for when she is going to be gone, she totally expects her children to sit on the sofa with their hands folded neatly in their laps while they look out the window and contemplate the wonders of God's nature. Children are usually that perfect...especially mine.
She does NOT expect to be distracted from her phone call with exorbitant laughter and look up to find a living room full of snow. And she does not expect that snow to be thousands of little staticky foam pellets that once housed themselves inside a lovely lady bug bean bag that she would later regret purchasing.
She does not expect her children to throw the foam pellets into the air while yelling "It's snowing!!!" and making
And to top matters, she does not realize that staticky foam pellets like to migrate and stick to warm, moist places, which would mean that the mother would spend an exorbitant amount of time manually picking the pellets from her children's "nether regions"...those suckers seem to really like cracks and crevices...and nostrils.
And as much time as it took to clean the