Did I ever tell you about the time...

The children were ages 4,6,and 8 or there abouts. It was Christmas and times were super tight. But I had somehow squeezed out enough money to grab tickets to see The Nutcracker. I was SO EXCITED! Ballet was always my thing, so the magic of the evening was triple for me. I had searched thrift stores for weeks to get just the right beautiful outfits for the kids. Savannah had been given an amazing Christmas dress that year from a friend whose little girl had outgrown it. It was exquisite! The boys were also outfitted in absolutely beautiful clothes that were also handed down to us from a lady in church who had triplet boys. Seriously.....how lucky can you get!? I was able to round out the outfits with proper bows,socks,shoes, etc. And my most prized possession at the time was a to-die-for little boys navy blue pea coat which I had talked my mom into buying for Austin when he was 4. And you guessed it....Jack was wearing it. The children were beautiful. I don't have a picture of the kids from THAT NIGHT, but this picture is from that same Christmas.

Race was working, so it was just myself and the kids. This was their first real show. The build up was massive. At last, a bit of culture for the kids.

The show was wonderful and the children behaved beautifuly. I remember that during the intermission the kids wanted candy and a drink. I had not prepared for this and I NEVER had any "spare" cash. So I dug around in my purse and they shared a soda. We went back to the show and they were loving it. Jack however was a bit confused at the appearance of The Cavalier and just as there was a hush in the music, my adorable little son yells out, "Is that a BOY or a GIRL!!???" My hand clapped over his mouth way too late. The entire audience had heard and was snickering. The other 2 kids were rolling out of their chairs.

As planned, on the way home I stopped for sandwiches at Subway-(they'd take a check). The kids were excitedly talking and laughing about the show. I parked right in front of the big glass window and ran in to get the sandwiches. I kept turning around looking at the kids to see them laughing hysterically, all red-faced...just having a ball.

ahhhh...warm fuzzy feeling...I've done somethin' right here. Shrieking gender question aside....I have introduced my wee ones to a bit of culture. I.AM.DOING.IT. (satisfied sigh)

(insert needle- scraping -across- record sound here)

As I get to the car and open up the door to place the goodies inside, I see what appears to be a pile of clothes in the floor. Jackson was COMPLETELY naked. He had stripped off the wool pea coat, the sweater, the shirt.....all in an apparent lightening speed. The horror continued to unfold for this one, crumpled, distraught mother as the other two breathlessly laughing ,told me in little gasping statements that not only had he taken off all his clothes, he had been pressing his butt against the window to all unfortunate passers-by.

I threw an undershirt and t-shirt on the naked child and drove home all drooped over. The kids were still reeling from their brothers antics. My night of culture and the ballet had turned into stripping off one's clothes to moon innocent onlookers. This, my friends should have been a lesson to me as the Wonderful World of Jackson.

Oh-and I learned how to scan photos......so......look-out!! Woo-hoo!!!