Once in awhile I am a really, really, cool mom. Today I feel the need to document my coolness and post it online for you, my friends and complete strangers, to read.
Last week, my friend gave the kids a Thomas the Train pop up tent the size of our kitchen and I let the kids eat breakfast in it. As if that wasn't cool enough, I then turned on the heinous Thomas CD at full volume while they were eating. It seemed like a good idea until they started bouncing around like they were at a rock concert. Why am I surprised that the morning ended with syrup everywhere, the tent overturned on top of the sink, and two boys crying at the top of their lungs?