By dinner, though, we had some stir crazy kids. It was a little difficult to explain that we really can't go out and play in a hurricane. We had colored all that could be colored and cooked all that could be cooked. I made chicken noodle soup for dinner, and the crazy came out of Evan:
I'm not quite sure what that face was, but I do know shortly after that a cracker turned into a train...
He even sang "Down by the Station." And...I do know that if you roar at your soup it tastes better...
Normally, we wouldn't condone playing with your food, but by this point last night we were all a little stir crazy and enjoyed a good laugh about it. It's one of those fine lines in parenting. When do you tow the line and when do you throw in the towel? It's a balance, and in this case, I think we absolutely made the right call.
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