Monday, December 22, 2008

Lobster

For a few weeks Ethan had been asking me to help him make a pinata. We don't get the newspaper and so I didn't really have the materials to make one. But after a visit from my Mom she so kindly left us her Church News. Church News became Lobster, Lobster the pinata.

Don't ask me why Ethan wanted to make a lobster shaped pinata. I have no idea. But after a few days of glueing drying, and glueing some more (Ethan got bored after a short while and left the job to me) we had our cute little red friend filled to the top with left over Easter candy. Yes, we still have Easter candy pilfered away thanks to our candy happy neighbor.

Immediately Ethan, the candy man, began asking me when we could break Lobster. Break Lobster?!! After all that hard work and hours of glueing?! You want to break our cute little friend Lobster?! Kid, you could have just asked me for some candy and I would have given it to you!

Well the day arrived where I said my goodbye's to the dear little red friend and Ethan and Isaac had their way with him. They had a great time... and I cried in the corner.








4 comments:

Jean McKendrick said...

April,
I don't think you could be any cuter. What a fun mom you are.

DT said...

Hey! No fair! Where are the blindfolds? You can't just wack away at an innocent little piƱata like that! The blindfold is its only mechanism of defense! :)

Jeaneane said...

I NEED YOUR ADDRESS!!! Found your blog while trying to find your address...showed my kids (do you remember these cuties I asked...kindof was the response...and that made me very sad...you remember Isaac and Ethan, they would come and play at our house and you would play at theirs, remember your pre-school buddies...oh yeah, my Isaac says, Isaac was really good at soccer, right?...Yep, that's the one!!!) Would love to get you guys on our Christmas card list so at least once a year we could update you!! Email me jtmkcm at yahoo dot com. --Jeaneane McCandless

Dan said...

Ha ha! I can see this was about to explode into confrontation.

"it's my turn!"

--WHACK--

"Hey! It's my turn!"

--WHACK--

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"