At 4am this morning I was woken in my marital bed by something hard and pointy poking into my back.
And, NO it’s not what you’re thinking, you saucy minxes.
In fact, It was a viking helmet. And by viking helmet, I actually mean a viking helmet, and a three foot sword. Both attached to a very awake Devilboy who desperately needed to tell me extremely urgent news that couldn’t possibly wait until daytime.
“Mama, I’m a magic viking!”
“But, it’s the middle of the night!” I growled (having just fallen back to sleep after being exuberantly roused by Devilette for the seventeenth time).
“Yes I know mama, that’s the magic part!”