I told my children last month that I wanted them to get a taste of what life would be like after Mommy and Daddy pass on (go to Valhalla, the Elysian fields, the blue beyond... over there yonder). They would only have each other, you see. So, I arranged for today to be the day where The Daughter and Little Boy would hang out together for the whole day.
I didn't want to know what they were up to, and I didn't want to be involved in planning anything or driving anyone anywhere.
The Husband and I left house early to visit some construction sites and talk to some potential main contractors. We came home to the aftermath of a food fight.
There was a very satisfied Little Boy and a very tired dog... and a slightly evilly smiling Daughter plus a helper who seemed to have been sworn to silence. They had had a pancake food fight on the roof terrace.
I was horrified.
My children smiled.
The helper looked away.
I rushed upstairs to look at the mess. There wasn't any. Milo had cleaned up every scrap of food with gusto. As the children yelled and giggled, he rushed hither and thither gulping down pancakes. And now, he is too full to move.
I rather think my children are giving ME a taste of what life will be like when I am away in the blue yonder and beyond. They may actually do things with their lives that'll make me turn in my grave... and I suppose I'll just have to be silently horrified.