snow, pajamas and a sufficiency of cupcakes

Caught by an unexpected - and worrisome - lack of grandparents, we declared today to be Pajama Day. And so it was.

It was the perfect counterbalance to the worry, and an excellent invitation for a lazy, winter day. Sprinkled with a discreet amount of laundry, dishes and general care-and-management of boys, but as lazy as solo parent, school vacation gets.

I wrote the kids a note (PAJAMA DAY! everybody sleeps in! don't forget to brush your teeth!), and eventually they read it. Considered the matter, and climbed back into bed with me. Lovingly tapped my arm, poked my cheek, bounced on my back until I woke up, muttered and went to find tea.

And came back to find the little beasts comfortably lodged in my bed. I'm reading Mister It's So Scary, the Toddles informed me. The Eldest, deep in book two of Patricia C. Wrede's Enchanted Forest Chronicles, didn't reply.
But he yanked his nose out of the book long enough to eat cupcakes. Extremely mediocre dairy ones, I should note, festooned with sadly non-dairy icing. But we forgave the mediocrity and the icing from the general kindness of our pajamaed selves.

Time to go and check your math homework, I told the Eldest. Pajamaed, cupcaked and booked, the kid glared. I don't have to check it, he informed his math-impaired mother. I know it's right. And stomped off to do a word search.

I can't find "vacation!" he wailed. I wiped dishsoap off my hands and opened my mouth. Closed it, unable to choose a response. You already did? I know how you feel? I settled on a grin, and silence.

Oh, there it is.