Heart Attack

A few weeks ago, several of the boys banded together to give Brandon and I a "heart attack". They cut out hearts, wrote sweet and flattering messages on them, and taped them all over our bedroom.



I could tell something was going on because I began hearing whispers and every once in a while a boy would come to the kitchen and ask me how to spell something, grin slyly, and tiptoe away. If I came too close to the construction zone, they would yell, "Stay out of your bedroom, Mom! Tell Dad to stay out, too!"









It may or may not have been a homework avoidance ploy; an effective one.