It has been a long Christmas break....

and there is still a whole week to go. Help me Lord.

The beginning of Christmas break started off with a bang. Ava returned home from her last day of school very excited after all of the Christmas fesivities she partook in. She anxiously took off all of her winter gear, ready to fill me in on all the details of her day full of candy, games and partying. As we sat on the floor in the playroom, her recounting her day for me, I noticed something strange in her hair. It was a gooey substance, dark brown and light brown in color, almost looking like (ahem) poo. As I got closer to her head I was able to figure out what it was 1. by looking closer, and 2 by smelling it. It was a reese's peanut butter cup - hmmmm. How in the world would a Reese's peanut butter cup end up melted to the top of her head like that?

This is where the investigating started.

Mom: "Ava, what is that in your hair?"

Ava: "What?"

Mom: "There is something in your hair."

Ava goes to feel the top of her head, I quickly pull her hand away so as not to get the melted substance all over the place. This, in turn, made her start to cry.

Mom: "It is alright Ava, there is no need to cry. You have Reese's peanut butter cups in your hair. We need to take a shower to get it out."

To which she began crying even harder. I again asked her what happened. No answer. I took her up to the shower, helped her get her clothes off over the goopy mess in her hair, and got her into the shower. All the while she was STILL crying. I got her out of the shower, dressed, hair dryed, and Reese's peanut butter cup free. She then finally stopped crying. Alleluia.

After getting everyone settled and on their couches for quiet time, a lightbulb went off (sometimes it takes me a while). I went over to her winter hat and took a look inside. Sure enough, there was melted Reese's peanut butter cup in the hat. SO, she must have somehow dropped a Reese's peanut butter cup into her hat, and put the hat on without it falling out. Amazing feat in itself, huh? On the bus ride home it must have slowly melted so that when she arrived home and took the hat off it was a big goopy mess.

Voila! Look at me, a regular Inspector Kluso!

This is just one of many eventful (well, eventful to my stay at home mom self) things that have happened thus far on this wonderful, hectic Christmas break.

January 5th can't come soon enough.