Assumption: (n) a thing that is accepted as true or certain to happen, without proof.
After I got home from work today and made some popcorn to quiet my children so I could
drink wine make my own dinner, I got out a bunch of magazines and some safety scissors so my youngest son could cut out pictures to decorate a folder for school that was supposed to be decorated and turned back in some ten days ago or so.
He opened the first magazine and then looked up at me with HUGE eyes, mouth hanging open. He put his hands on his face, reminiscent of Macauley Culkin in Home Alone, and said, "Is this for real, Mommy?" I looked at him, wondering why he was so weird because he definitely didn't inherit that from me (yes he did), and told him yes, it was for real. He stood up really fast and grabbed my hands and said, "Really, Mommy? REALLY?!" I nodded hesitantly and started wondering what exactly I was saying yes to when the child screamed "WOO HOO!!!" and started running around the living room shrieking, "WE'RE GOING TO DISNEYWORLD! DO YOU HEAR ME?! WE'RE GOING TO DISNEYWORLD!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!"
I picked up the magazine and saw that the first page was an ad for Disneyworld and I suppose he assumed that this was my way of surprising him with a trip to the Magic Kingdom. It was awesome having to gently let him down and explain that the only thing I was serious about was him finishing the decorations on his folder so his teacher will stop emailing me about it. Surprisingly, he took the news well and sat back down to continue looking through the magazine, stopping on an ad for panty liners and exclaiming, "Aww, I love these!" I have no idea what he thought they were and to be honest, I didn't ask. If they end up on his folder, so be it.
That's all I've got for today. Peace out!