You can call me Sparkles

No, I am not becoming a clown or a stripper by naming myself Sparkles. Rather, somehow my children found, and distributed generously, two large tubs of glitter. All right under my nose. They were playing at their toy kitchen, the lovely toy kitchen Mom saved from the trash, and apparently while they were there they discovered my box of paint and glitter hidden behind it. Katie found some silver glitter and I think James 'helped' her find more in the form of green foil glitter. They quickly made work of it and now we have sparkles from here to there and everywhere, and I will no doubt be finding it for the next seven years. I don't think Jeff is going to appreciate finding silvery glitter stuck to his shirt or his eyelids or shoes when at work. If he complains, I will just remind him of the time he found a nursing pad stuck inside his pant leg. Hey, it could be worse. :)