My husband, Steven
and our two boys and I were sitting down to dinner when our oldest
son Max looked over at me and asked. “What's on your face?”
Now of course my
first instinct was to answer, in as whinny little kids voice, “What's
on YOUR face?” But I'm not four years old so instead I answered, “I
don't know, what's it look like to you?”
“It looks like
glitter.” he said.
“Oh, that's
because I was wrapping presents and and I got a few gift bags with
glitter on them.”
All three of my
guys groaned.
“Didn't we ask
you not to bring any more glitter into the house?” Steven asked as
he wiped his hand along the tabletop and then looked at his hand.
“Great.” he said as he held it up for me to see. “Glitter!”
“Wow, I didn't
even wrap the presents on this table.” I wiped my hand along the
table and looked to see if I'd get any on me. Sure enough I did. “I
wonder how that got there?”
“Because it's
GLITTER!” Alex said. “It gets on everything!” He pushed away
from the table and began inspecting his arms. Max and Steven began
doing the same thing.
“Oh come on! It's
pretty!” I said as I tried to brush the few flecks off my hands and
was having trouble doing it. “These things sure do stick.” Now I
was trying to scrape them off with my nail.
“Exactly!”
Steven said. “I'm still finding them on me from weeks ago when you
wrote out our Christmas cards.”
“Why would anyone
want to get a Christmas card with glitter on it?” Alex asked as he
finally gave up the glitter search and went back to eating dinner.
“Who knows?”
Steven answered. “It's like a booby trap in an envelope. Why not
just fill the card full of confetti so when they open it up it fly’s
all over their house.”
Max and Alex both
liked that idea and began to laugh.
“Because that
would just make a mess and it wouldn't make the card pretty.” I
argued. “Besides instead of complaining you should be thanking me
for taking the time for find a nice card, write a special note in it,
and send it to all of our friends.”
“I did thank
you.” Steven said. “But I still don't think anyone wants a
glitter card.”
Alex looked over at
Steven. “You have glitter on your face.” he said.
“Are you
kidding!” Steven said as he looked back at me.
“No you don't.”
I said. But he did. It was a tiny silver speck right on the end of
his nose.
“Yes he does.”
Max said.
“Neither of you
are helping right now.” I said as I passed Alex the platter of
meat.
“It's all part of
the holiday.” I reasoned. “The tree drops it's needles, the
credit card bills go up and you find a few specks of glitter around
the house.”
“We have an
artificial tree.” Alex said.
“It still drops
needles!” I cried.
“Fine.” Alex
shrugged his shoulders as he passed the platter to his brother.
“All we're asking
is for you to make this a glitter-free house during the holidays.”
Steven said. “I really don't think that's a lot to ask.”
“Yeah!” Max and
Alex said in unison.
“I can't believe
you three.” I complain but suddenly realized there was something in
my eye, “I'll be right back.” I said as I got up from the table.
“Something got under my contact.”
As I walked towards
the bathroom I could hear Max say, “Five bucks says it's glitter.”
I could hear the
other two laughing.
Normally I would
have called back that I could still hear them, but my eye hurt too
much and I was pretty sure they were right.
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