A typical late Friday afternoon

Joseph has just woken up from a nap: his least favourite thing to do. This was a nap that began with a struggle, an eventual complete abandonment by the maternal unit and one last shriek that, apparently, resulted in sleep. Two hours later, when I decided that it might be best if our youngest woke before supper arrived, I discovered by an unmistakable odor why he struggled so colossally with the task of falling into slumber. In Ben's words: He pooped, Mom. Ben has a talent for stating the obvious with great solemnity. Other than the state of his diaper it is rare that Joe wakes from a nap in a good mood. I usually need to steel myself for his 15 minutes of waking in which I repeat ad nauseum, "Relax, all you did was wake up". Perhaps that explains everything.
The background to this return from somnolence is two of the remaining three children dressed in bathing suits. Actually, only Hannah has found her swimsuit; Ben is just naked and staring at me pleadingly while pointing to the top shelf of the linen closet where he believes I have hidden his trunks. I have no idea what has led to the desire for a winter dip (nor where they are about to find a pool) but still I point him to his older brother's drawer which I know houses a pair of Nike swim trunks. He inevitably finds them and puts them on - backwards, so that Nike is emblazoned across his front - actually, all I can read is N E.
And me, what am I up to? I'm in that Friday pre-supper funk. I had planned some simple fare: eggs and toast. Everyone around here loves breakfast for supper and the eggs provide us some protein on our meatless Fridays. But, without fail, I am craving Kraft Dinner and made the mistake of voicing that aloud in the vicinity of my children. We don't even have KD in my cupboard but it's on my mind (which amounts to in my stomach) and the store isn't far away. And (and this is a big and) while both Ben and Joe slept I took the opportunity to teach the twins their second lesson from the Faith and Life Catechesis. The topic was heaven and when I asked them to complete the activity in which they wrote a letter to their Heavenly Father and drew a picture of their vision of their heavenly home, Jacob passed me a drawing of a stick man with a thought bubble that said, Yay!!!; the stick man's exclamation was his obvious response to a table that was piled high with boxes with the words Kraft Dinner scrawled all over them in six-year old haste. Guess what we're eating for supper?