What would you do if you were decorating cookies and someone handed you a man-shaped cookie with only one arm?
(Thanks for the excellent cookie-decorating party, A!)
Cookie Danger II:
There was a good chance that there wasn’t going to be enough cookie dough left over for the bus drivers to get their fresh-baked cookies.
Jack drew this picture of a scared Sam. It reminds me of this threatening note that Sam wrote early this year. At least Jack looks sad that Sam is in peril.
His drawing skills are exploding.
Sam was standing on a chair near our dining room lighting fixture today when it crashed to the table.
It scared the ever-loving crap out of him. And me too. I think Sam might have touched it just before it fell, but even if he did, it was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m just really glad he was standing next to it and not closer to under it. Because it’s heavy, and it would very likely have hurt him badly.
Now we just have to figure out how to put it back up. And how to make it safe this time. I’m just amazed the damn thing didn’t break.
Santa just drove by our house, accompanied by many fire engines blaring their sirens at top volume. At 9 p.m. Handing out candy canes. In 20-degree weather.
Also known as Hypothermia Danger. (For Sam, who wanted to go get a candy cane dressed only in boxers.) Or Heart Attack Danger. (For me, who thought there was another house on fire on my street. Thanks for the call letting me know what was actually happening, L.)
Mostly though, this is My Kids Will Never Go To Sleep Again Danger. ‘Cause they won’t.