The Best Sunday Mess

There's a fort made out of Fresh Direct boxes in middle of my living room. My couch is pretty busted up from 6+ years of kid jumping, but boy does it feel comfortable tonight. Lucas wrote on the wall to my left with a giant chalk circle as well as the wall to my right with a dazzling array of dark pencil hieroglyphics. I can't tell if that's a half eaten chicken nugget on the floor or a Quaker Oatmeal Square. Ben 10 is turning into Rip Jaws on my TV in order to save an underwater resort from destruction at the hands of glowing octopus aliens. It's Sunday night at 7:30 PM and both of my sons just crawled onto my lap, cuddling up to me in their PJs, one on each knee. Ben 10 ends and they head to brush their teeth then pick their bed time stories. It's a Dr. Seuss night: the Grinch for Lucas, The Lorax for Max. Max shares his theory that the Lorax is actually the Grinch when he gets older. I tell him he might be on to something. We read. They fall asleep.