"Hey mom, I think I'll go into the neighborhood around 1:00 in the morning and get a few roses," says Ammon jokingly. My reply, "umm probably not Ammon." But this is what my kitchen table looked like this morning. I used to go on midnight raids in the Calgary summers and help myself to the neighbors peas and carrots, so I guess I can't be too mad.
I'm too old to stay up as late as my children do. I'm always first in bed. I think it was around 11:20 when I seem to have heard Ammon waking up his sleeping brother. "Come on Asa we're gonna go steel some stuff." Okay, you have to know Ammon to even think that is funny. I might have smiled in my sleep.
Hamilton explained the expedition. Asa did not get up so it was just the two of them. Ammon was the driver while Hamilton did the dirty work. They pulled up to the house and so as not to draw attention to the car, Hamilton climbed in and out the window. Apparently they do not know there is a dome light button that will turn off the inside lights. The entire back seat was covered with roses as Hamilton just threw them in while Ammon sped off in the getaway car. I opened the car door to take Hamilton to school and, betcha can guess, yep rose pedals everywhere with a heart shape on the seat. The car smelled wonderful. Hamilton pointed out the victim rose bushes while I drove him to school. Sorry neighbors.
After school on the way to soccer practice and in a totally different neighborhood Hamilton had his eye out for rose bushes. "Oh my, that's the jackpot house," he said.
The whole thing makes me smile. My boys are the most creative children. But my advice to anyone else...you should definitely not do this for your mother.
Happy Mother's Day to all my dearest friends and family.
