Playing school

I attempted to make a real dinner tonight, and suggested Belle & Christian play for a few minutes while I got things together. Well, I failed to get specific, which resulted in them literally running around the house and what they call "karate." Neither were "wise choices" on their parts. So, I said in haste, "why don't you guys go play school or something." (It was not a sweet, patience-filled conversation). I overheard Christian saying he didn't want to play school. And then I heard Belle say something like this... "well, at this school we have pizza every day and you get to play outside and eat popcorn all the time..."

I don't have to tell you who took on the role of "teacher."

I tuned the rest out for the most part. From what i could hear (we have an older home... no open floor plan here!), Christian was quite compliant, even though there wasn't any REAL pizza or outside activity or popcorn. :)

We did have a decent meal, and then they bathed, and I brushed wet hair, and read a book, and practiced letter sounds with Christian, and we prayed (had a conversation about the Lord's protection, because Belle is pretty convinced that a "bad guy" is going to be standing outside of our house at 8:00 PM), and we tucked with lots of hugs and kisses, OH and flossed for the first time since the week of our last dentist appointment which was a couple months ago.

It was super busy, but so good.

But, then as I was doing the nightly clean up and went into the living room (which is separate from the main traffic area), I saw this:

Their "school."

They had drug these chairs all in a row, pulled out specific animals for the school, and each fluffy guy had his/her own crayon and piece of paper.

It was pretty much the cutest thing I'd seen.