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Stuart and I were getting ready to go for a walk after dinner. "Listen, guys," I said. "I want you to be sure to clear the table, sweep the floor and do the dishes before you play." I looked sternly at the three children dressed in Stuart's button-down shirts and baseball caps. "Do you understand? You may not play spies until after your chores are done. And one more thing. No mustaches! Do you hear me? You may not draw mustaches on your faces!

"Why not, Mama? Is it dangerous?"

"No, Faith, it's not dangerous but this morning when you were spies somebody rubbed their mustache off on the wall in Charlie's room."

"Oh. How 'bout crayon? Can we use crayon to make mustaches?"

"Nope. Nooo mustaches." And out the door we went, stepping around Charlie who had fallen flat on his face while trying to walk in a pair of Stuart's shoes.

When we got home, the chores were done and all of the children had added sunglasses to their spy costumes and had calculators in hand. We overheard them conversing in the dark using heavy British accents. "We put two and two together and we have cleverly deducted that four has something to do with something."

They're something alright.

Comments

You crack me up!
Much love,
Angela
ValleyGirl said…
Haha, what wonderful imaginations!! It's so awesome when kids play so well together.

I loved your last post, too, and looked up all the links you gave to the materials you're using. Still toying with the idea of giving homeschooling a try...
You're children crack me up!
Sarah Markley said…
so so so funny - "somebody rubbed their mustache off on the wall in Charlie's room" - i love this. i get to these i-never-thought-i-would-say-something-like-this moments!
Alana said…
Look at you back on the bloglines...you've been missed!

Love this story. Reminds me of Little Women and the Pickwick Society!

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