The morning started out going pretty smooth. I made breakfast burritos for breakfast.
After scarfing down an entire burrito to be sure it tasted perfect, I called my children in to eat the burritos that were ultimately shunned for Cookie Crisp cereal by my sugar-addicted offspring.
After reluctantly pouring the milk in their cereal, certain the sugar-induced activity wouldn’t begin until after they were at school, I went on about applying my tinted moisturizer.
That’s when I heard screams of complete and total chaos coming from the vicinity of the dining room.
“Mom!!! A fog!!”, my youngest one informs me.
“A what?”, I asked in confusion.
“”A FOG. A tee fog”, he kindly repeated, pointing to the fireplace screen in the dining room.
“A tree frog?”, I asked.
“Yeah!!”, he replied motioning me toward the dining room where his older brothers were huddled.
By the time I reached the dining room, the tree frog had relocated to the Cookie Crisp cereal box much to the delight of my three little cookie monsters.
I have no idea how these wild animals get into my house. My best guess is that it came down the chimney.
Or maybe the hummingbird let it in.
I just hope I don’t come home one day to find turkeys, deer or the “wild” donkey stretched out on the couch.