So, last night we went to the baptism for M.J. St. Clair in our ward. After the baptism they had refreshments had Brighton got into a little too many. On the way home since we hadn't had dinner we stopped at Wendy's and picked up some food. As we sat around the table at home, Paige and Lydia began to play a game with a Burger wrapper, where they would pull it away from each other. Brighton enjoyed watching, and laughed hysterically until he couldn't breath. Eventually he couldn't take it any more and had to join in. I too, joined the game, and it resulted in me and Brighton chasing each other around the house. Near the end of all this it was about 9:30 (they normally go to bed around 7:30) and Brighton and Lydia were strung out beyond all reason. Getting them to bed was not without considerable difficulty.
Once brighton was in his pajamas, the sugar-high-induced-party continued in full. With Mommy pretending to be frighted of the mean Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle that had appeared in our living room. to brighton this was the best.
Roar
"Don't worry it's me Brighton!" is what he would tell us after we screamed.
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