My kids, that is. Sometimes, that is.

Once upon a month ago…

they found a box of glass jars. Empty, clean, most of them with lids, waiting for canning season to come back again.

Well, okay. They’re waiting for me to find someone else who wants them, because really, we don’t can. No sense hanging on to these dumb jars when I won’t be using them. It’s time to stop pretending I need these.

Anyway, back to my story.

They found said jars, maybe 10 or so, and when I found the little sneaks, I thought to myself,

"Great. Another creative project."

If I had $1,000,000 dollars for every time I thought that in 2009, I could hire a nanny, a laundress, a maid, a cook,  and move us all to some castle in Europe.

They filled those jars up with water and had them set up all over C’s room. (?!) 

They could see the “?!?!?!?!” coming, and quickly reassured me,
“Don’t worry, Mom. We put their lids on.”

Oh, good. I feel so much better now.

(Actually, I did.)

I won’t tell you

"Alrighty! It's time to take these all downstairs.
It really wasn't a very good idea in the first place."

Okay, so I didn’t say it quite that nicely.  I may have even used the word “stupid” for the very first time ever when talking with my children.  Yes, I felt guilty.  No, I won’t do it again.  This is my blog, however, and I reserve the right to artistic license when it comes to quoting myself.

Doodle looked at me patiently and said,

"But Mom, those are wishes!"
"Wishes?"
"Yes. We put a quoyter in, and made a wish!"

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Right.
I get it now.

And actually, that’s kind of a cool idea, don’t you think?

That's a lot of wishes.

What would you wish for?