Both boys are home from school today with a stomach virus. I'm not going to tell you about how many loads of laundry I have done as a result. I'm not going to talk about how many Clorox disinfecting wipes I have run through. And I'm not going to even mention the word vomitorium.You should look that up. Really, it's not what you think.
What I am going to tell you is that I noticed something today that has been staring me, so to speak, in the face for weeks and I only now recognized it. I guess being cooped up in the house today with all the bleach fumes has enhanced my perception. See, back in December, Son#2 made a gingerbread man at school. A big brown construction paper cut-out one that he and all the other first graders decorated to their own liking.
Gingerbread Harry the Scout hangs on the door all January and then today I pass by with an arm-load of sheets, dirty I think, and I see it. It had been there all along and I, or anyone else in the house, never saw it. Until today. Gingerbread Harry the Scout is anatomically correct. He has a thing! Albeit a green beaded one, it is a thing. In case you missed it too, here you go:
It's perfectly positioned and was clearly placed with intention. I should have known! I'll say it again, Gingerbread Harry the Scout is an amalgation of things that our son is obsessed with. (Can you read the meaning here?!) I guess this obsession starts earlier than I thought.
Oh well. Maybe this is how Michelangelo got his start.