May 24, 2009
The Green Giants
I spent Saturday morning scrubbing the inside of the house from top to bottom while my husband and the kids tackled the rainforest that was growing in our backyard.
Just as I stood back to marvel at the miracle of my accomplishment--a kitchen floor so clean I could and did lick--two jolly green giants burst through the back door and wiped their hands on their shirts...but not before touching every surface within arm's reach.
"We need to wash our hands and feet," they said together.
That was an understatement.
I directed one giant to side on the step in the garage while I carried his brother to the bathtub upstairs. After delivering Twin A to the bathroom, I returned to the kitchen to find Twin B lying on his stomach on my kitchen rug, petting the cat. A long trail of wet grass clippings and green handprints marked his journey from the garage to the bathroom, to the dining room, to the stairs, back through the dining room, and to the pantry, where finally he found a granola bar and a hungry cat.
"I thought I told you to stay in the garage!" I shrieked.
"It's too yuck out there," the giant complained. "I didn't want my shorts to get dirty."