Treasure Box

Mae and Spike have been awful this past week.  Mae is two and Spike has a cold.  It has been a really rough time.  Mae is in that lovely little girl stage where she likes to practice screaming for no reason other then to practice for future use.  My trip to the compound cannot come fast enough.  On the bright side Max has been great.  Hooray for Preschool.  (I try not to imagine how awesome life would be if he were in Kindergarten.)  At his Preschool Halloween party on Tuesday he had the opportunity to pick an item out of the treasure box.  Instead of a toy or candy he picked out a little notebook with flowers on it and told his teacher that his mom would like it.  HEART MELT.  His siblings can thank him for this later in their memoirs.  "It was on that early Halloween day that my big brother Max prevented my mother from driving the car into a ditch."