Appeasement...

This morning the kids took it upon themselves to file a grievance with the governing body of our home, namely me, concerning the fact that a certain somebody was not home from work when they should be.  There was some tears and some rage, but most of all some legitimate complaints were presented in a very mature manner.  I was impressed with their preparation and the way that they presented their case, and in every instance I agreed with them.  I, too, felt that someone was missing in our home.  Their annoyance was so great, however, that I feared for the well-being of the absentee "assistant to the governing body."  In an effort to stave off a civil war, or a revolt at the very least, and in order to protect the tender emotional climate that is our home, I suggested an alternative to anarchy - I suggested that we spend the night carving pumpkins.  The rebels were not prepared to deal with this form of appeasement, as they were expecting the normal lectures about being supportive, blah, blah, blah, and much to my surprise the emotional tide turned from rage to acquiescence, and then from acquiescence to joyful anticipation.  I will even venture to say that we had a great time.   I mean look at those smiles.  They really reach the eyes don't they?

You will be happy to note that the entire family was in attendance and that the revolt has been squelched for the time being.

P.S.  One of the pumpkin carvers - the middle one - was heard to say "Ew!  I feel like I am pulling out belly button hairs."  I mention this so that you are prepared for that texture when you carve your own pumpkins.  As I do not engage in the removal of navel hair I have no point of reference in this area.