Yesterday was just a normal day. I went in to work to wrap a few things up from my show that just closed and attend a meeting. Dean went to preschool. Marcus taught his classes. When I picked Dean up, he had just finished making a mask on a stick. (SURPRISE! It's name is Dean.)
Dean "proper" told me a sordid tale of Dean the Masks's past as a circus performer. But then he got scared of the clowns (LIKE YOU, MAMA!) and decided to come live with us. It's make-believe week at preschool, you see. I kind of want to go to class...
We got home, sorted our Halloween candy, since somebody was too sleepy to do it on Halloween night, and played with all our plastic bats and skeletons. Marcus called and asked me to preheat the oven. He arrived a few minutes later with some lovely steaks, baking potatoes and fixin's for a caesar salad. We are foodies, you see, so if we're going to splurge on something, it's usually going to be a nice meal, and it's usually going to be prepared by one of us. Dean took one look and said, "YUK!" so I made him some turkey meatballs, macaroni and cheese and broccoli, which he dipped in A-1 sauce.
While we were getting ready to grill, which for some reason, happened in the driveway, our neighbors came over. Their son is almost 3 and loves to play with Dean. We had tricycle races up and down the driveway as the sun set, then once it got dark and we lit the grill, Dean said, "Let's camp!" He sat down in front of the flaming grill (at a very safe distance, mind you, lest his paranoid parents stroke out right there in the yard) and had himself a campout. In a rare moment of mommy genius, I ran inside, grabbed a couple of bamboo skewers I'd previously soaked in water and some marshmallows and we roasted ourselves some appetizers.
It was a fine campout and the best part was that I didn't have to sleep in a tent.
Anything extraordinary happen during your ordinary day?