Wonky Day.

I think we (the husband and I) knew it was going to be a wonky kind of day when, first thing this morning, I caught our youngest helping herself to candy at 8.30am. 8.30am!! Her excuse? Her older brother (#3) was already eating some so she figured she deserved some too.

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We had to re-establish the rules for candy consumption plus sit with a crying child who thought it was all quite unfair that she got caught and her brother didn't.

Harry Potter is the flavour of the week in our home. Imagine four children running around indoors with a chopstick, I mean magic wand, in hand shouting "Expelliarmous!", "Stupefy!" Or some other spell at the top of their lungs. No one lost an eye, thank goodness.

Then our littlest discovered that someone had forgotten to drain the bathtub fully after bath last night. Fresh out of the shower, she hopped into the partially-filled tub, took a gulp of the water and had a splash in it too. Not sure if she still counted as being clean after that. 

By about 6pm, the husband came upstairs to tell me he was going out to get a 6-pack of beer. I don't remember the last time he's done that, if ever. It's just been that kind of a day. If we don't laugh (or have a beer), we might cry.