Loons

We had a hostage situation around 6:30 that morning. Yali’s stuffed cat was being held by Big Brother in exchange for breakfast service.

“Get me a bowl of cereal!” Puck grinned wickedly. “And then you will get your cat back!”

Two minutes later, I heard Yali yelling from the kitchen, “HELP! MOM! HELP!”

I entered to find him dangling from the top of the fridge door, apparently attempting to retrieve the knockoff Aldi Honeycomb cereal box from the top of the fridge.

After I assisted with the pouring of the milk, which is always a risky business with five year-olds, Yali carefully transported the bowl with both hands to his brother.

Then with a triumphant smile, he held it out towards him, singing, “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!”

I live with a bunch of loons.