Our Day, Today.

It started out pretty good,

I cleaned and the kids entertained themselves really well.

If you would have asked this morning,

I would have said everything was swell.

And by this afternoon,

the day still seemed just fine.

It had actually been quite lovely,

The kids had barely whined.

So here we are cleaning the truck,

I was determined to make it the cleanest in the land,

Morgan found a marker

and colored every inch of both her hands.

I kept my cool and let it slide,

tried not to be a nay sayer.

I bit my tongue until I tried to put in a cd-

Yes, those are pennies in the player.

Alright, I will admit, 

I kind of flew off the handle,

I got a little impatient,

and sort of began to ramble.

Morgan started crying,

-after all her mom was freaking out-

When she rubbed her teary eyes, I started laughing.

She didn't quite know what that was all about.

But, somebody, anybody please,

tell me if you could still be mad,

when your daughter's tears met her marker covered hands,

and she looked so very super-hero clad?