One morning on the way to church, a cute and wonderful thing happened. Chloe was sitting in her car seat, Amy and I were talking, Cole was snoozing (I'm telling you, that boy just can't stay awake in the van. If he just looks at the van, his eyes start to glaze over).
We all have problems of some sort, don't we? Granted, some of our problems are not as big as those others face. It would be very easy for us to look at our problems then look at those of others, and feel guilty for being concerned about our "small" problems in light of theirs, right?
In our bathroom, we have what is known as a "garden tub." Strangely enough, it has nothing to do with gardening. I know this because Amy got very upset when I tried to plant flowers in it.
One day, Amy got an idea that she thought would be fun for the kids. She told me she wanted to put a blanket and some books in the garden tub. "Chloe and Cole can sit on the blanket in the tub and read their books. It'll be fun." I told her I didn't think it was such a good idea.
Someone was teasing Cole. Cole had several pieces of candy, and an adult was trying to convince Cole to give some of the candy to him. "You already have so many pieces, surely you can spare one or two," the adult said to Cole. "Besides, it's my candy anyway."
I saw it unfolding like a gunfight in the old West. Cole stood in the living room, squared off against the dog. Cole's eyes narrowed, his left eye twitching slightly as he held the dog in his steely gaze.
What started out as a scary night ended up being pretty fun. A strong storm was moving through the area. The lightning and thunder woke both Chloe and Cole. They asked if they could sleep in the same bed, so we let Chloe move into Cole's room. But a few minutes later, the storm knocked out the power.