Never Underestimate a Spirited Kid

Spirited. That's the word I chose to describe my kids this past weekend while talking with a friend.  It has a more positive connotation than small agents of anarchy who happen to be cute, after all.

Spirited children assess that a pumpkin isn't orange enough and decide paint it -- and sections of the front porch -- with orange paint.

Spirited children accidentally drop a Dixie cup in the toilet and decide to flush the cup instead of plucking it out, which means that parents of spirited children -- or, more accurately, the father of spirited children -- spends his Saturday morning repairing a toilet.

(Did you have any idea that one Dixie cup could take down a toilet?  I'll spare you the details, but I will share that I'm still scratching my head about this one.)

Spirited children issue a 6:35 a.m. shriek that makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise, and they follow this shriek with a triumphant shout proclaiming, "I've been waiting for this moment!" while pointing to the dusting of snow that fell throughout the night and lightly blanketed the back yard.

Spirited kids keep on your toes, and they keep you on your knees.  Spirited kids keep you smiling, and they keep you shaking your head.  They keep you counting to three and counting your blessings.

Never underestimate a the power of spirited kid.  Or a Dixie cup, for that matter.


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