A pea fight

     Call the authorities!!!  Let me explain.  Yesterday was a day of tension.   I spent the morning trying on dresses (like 40 of them) with Mary.  Then there was the piano recital.  Then all hell broke out.  It was a night of high drama and much sadness.  It continued all night.  But parenthood doesn't allow a cranky mommy so I wake up and start fresh.  A little boy running at you full speed for a hug helps...I must admit.  The rest of the day was busy.  We planned (my letter of the day crazy kicks in next week), cleaned, and organized.  We rearranged some furniture as if we had a show on the new Oprah network.  A little guy was so excited to see his sis come home early.  We are all very excited about summer...but there was still some tension leftover.  A big week is ahead.  Dinner seemed off.  Not the usual happy banter and silly shenanigans.  It was then I did what any good mother would do.  I threw a pea at Pop.  Yep, you read right.  Bounced right off of his "farhead" onto the table and back up into his water glass.  Giggles ensued.  I threw a second pea.  The children looked at me.  I am the enforcer of etiquette, the police of polite, the mistress of manners.  What the hell was I doing?  I threw another.  Pop grabbed a handful and got me good.  It was on.  Pea by pea we bounced, shot, dribbled and aimed.  They bounced off of heads, glasses, and noses.  They went down shirts and in armpits.  One by one...we emptied the bowl.  Ella thought she died and went to heaven.  I was happy to not be crying.  Ethan finished his dinner in between throws.  Giggling had replaced grumbling so I did my job.  The tension was thrown out of there like a handful of green veggies and we had one happy pooch as well.