I’ve been working on a section of the house a week, starting last week, in preparation for our move. I decided that this week I would do toys.
This morning I asked our amazing, wonderful, can’t-live-without-her, helper Lucy to take the kids out of the house so that I could do this arduous task without their interference.
She suggested to them that they eat their breakfast like a picnic. Coen got really excited and was all.
“We’re going to eat a pic-a-nic!!!”
It was super cute.
So now they are happy children who will have no idea that I’m going to be going through their toys and choosing what they have to throw away, sell, or get to keep.
I may never tell them.