Purple Dogs

Tab and I were able to continue reliving our honeymoon again yesterday afternoon; my mother-in-law had taken the boys out to see a children's play at the Off-Broadstreet Theater in Hopewell. This was the first time Stephanie had ever taken all three boys out at once. I have to hand it to her; how many other septuagenarian grandmothers would be so adventurous?

It is highly unusual for both Tab and me to be home alone without the boys. We took full advantage of this unique opportunity, enjoying an intimate interlude. Listening to the ran pelting the bedroom windows, I felt like we were newlyweds again instead of a middle-aged couple married for more than ten years.

All too soon, Stephanie and the boys were back. The kids loved the play and behaved themselves well, Stephanie said. She treated them to ice cream at Jann's ice cream parlor in Pennington before bringing them home.

It was good that they were able to get out yesterday because the rain has continued today, trapping us indoors. The boys had hoped to be able to ride bikes this afternoon, but the weather wouldn't cooperate. The three of them played upstairs in Daniel's room, quietly for awhile, but soon the bickering broke out.

From downstairs, I heard Stephen remark, "I saw a purple dog on TV."

"There's no such thing as a purple dog," Daniel said.

"Uh huh, I saw it!"

"Mama!" Daniel called downstairs, "Could there be such a thing as a purple dog?"

"No, not really. Unless you're talking about a cartoon dog," I called back.

"Yeah, a cartoon dog!" Stephen said.

"Well, why didn't you say so," groused Daniel.

Stephen must have made a face at Daniel. "Quit it, Stephen! Or you'll have to leave my room!"

"Mama!"

"Mama!!!"

Sigh. The honeymoon is over.

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