Alas, bedtime

Beren was giving Jared lip about bedtime a couple minutes ago. I was feeling irritated  by their exchange, but pleased that it was not my turn to "do bedtime". I scooped myself out a bowl of ice cream (no Bon Bons) on the eve of are first big snow storm, and laughed about the irony of it all until I heard Beren stomp and say, "I want Momma!" 

Jared returned the serve like a Wimbledon champion and distracted his formidable young opponent until he peaceably ascended the ladder to his bunk bed. I now have about 15 minutes until I get called to duty. Somehow the ice cream is all gone.


Eve of a storm along a country road - heavy duty truck traffic picks up tenfold.