Shot Glasses of Milk

Okay. So my kids are out of school for the summer. And I'm a writer who works from home. Recently my concentration and ability to get things done has been destroyed like a comet impacted planet. The latest interruption came from an argument over the shot glasses.

For some reason, my children love these tiny glasses and pick them up in gift shops and arcades. So. My son had three and my daughter could only find one. She insists one of the son's is hers. She even labled hers with masking tape, but of course, the tape came off when it was washed.

I give them the look. It does not stop my daughter from demanding a shot glass from my son. I ask him as a personal favor to me to give her one of his three glasses. Then I cry. He relents. I'm not sure how long the crying strategy will work. I doubt it lasts through the next argument before they become immune.

But for now, they are in the kitchen drinking their shot glasses of milk. I'm not sure what this says about me as a parent, other than I'm desparate for some silence. I'm going to use it while I can.