In a Nutshell

So how did today's snow/ice day off from school go with me home with all three kids and A. gone?

Well, at one point, there were about five of these signs around the house:

I give points for the proper use of an exclamation point, though the spelling is abysmal. It does get the point across, however.

That particular sign was retaliation for the fact that I wouldn't give Cubby a second bowl of yogurt. OH, THE INJUSTICE.

Cubby later marched around the living room holding a similar sign aloft and chanting, "Go away, go away, go away."

Freedom of assembly comes in many forms*. 

There were various other unpleasant parts to the day, culminating in Cubby putting himself down on the couch with a blanket at 5:30 p.m. while Charlie squirmed around my feet complaining of a stomach ache and Jack threw things at him. 

So I put the whole unhappy crew to bed at 6:20 p.m. Oh yes, I did. And I haven't heard a sound from them since.

Tomorrow is a new day, full of fresh promise. And school. Alleluia.

* I couldn't help but think, with some amusement, that he was basically doing what pretty much all those protesters on Saturday were doing. They should have just used his chant. There's something to be said for a simple message like that.