I live in crazy.  A crazy that I have done nothing to curb, I have more than likely encouraged or possibly have been an example for.  I am presently enjoying a spontaneous bed time out burst of ‘Let’s go fly a kite’ circa Mary Poppins by my three youngest.  Some other crazy to share…

…my daughter breaking into ‘She’s a lady’ (channeling Tom Jones) while shimmying through the kitchen.

– supper preparation kitchen dance parties.

– my daughter’s dramatic leaps and pirouettes through intersections.

– various and sundry silly walks, my son’s ‘forest walk’ and ‘street walk’ are of particular note.

– morph words. Something I do by accident when two words try to come out of my mouth at the same time, my kids do on purpose.

– nefarious earworm planting. The worst presently is my son’s subtle and not so subtle planting of Bonnie Tyler’s ‘Total eclipse of the Heart’.  I can’t even fathom where he would have come across that song, but thirty years of not hearing it can be erased in seconds and place on repeat for hours.

I happily accept responsibility.