It has been Henry's dream to have a Bouncey House for a few years now. I looked into the cost of renting one for his birthday party, and it's more than half the cost of buying one, so I put Henry on the Pester Dad Until He Caves trail. Yesterday morning Henry was itching to approach Mitch about it, but I said, "No, Dad is going to Seattle today for his annual review at work, today is not a good day."

This morning, Henry woke up and asked me how the review went (very well).

"Well, between that, and maybe Dad feels sorry for me because I hate school AND I got bit by a kid this week, I think now is the time to go upstairs and ask him, mom."

Not sure what he said to Mitch, but GUESS! WHAT! WE! ARE! GETTING! A! BOUNCY! HOUSE!!!!!!!!

At this news, Grace burst into tears, "I want (sob) my own (sob) bouncy (sob) house (wail)!"

After I slapped her silly she calmed down, I told the girls to get dressed for preschool. They were too lazy, and asked me to bring their clothes downstairs. I refused, for reasons that will soon become clear. They swore up and down that they would wear whatever I picked, as long as they weren't matching each other. I made them promise. Then, I spent several minutes picking out two separate outfits, but both with equally cool components. This is not an easy task, but I thought I did a pretty good job. Then, I threw the outfits down the stairs, yelling, "I'm getting in the shower, get dressed, girls!" I could hear wails and screams through the steaming water. I took my time getting ready, because the screaming had stopped. Came downstairs, saw the outfits I had picked strewn about the tv room and the girls were wearing different outfits alltogether, happily playing Barbies. This is my life.

Also, I did get to the bottom of the whole biting thing (even though I had to involve the principal), just to let you know I'm not completely lame and don't care if my kid develops rabies.