“Wait. Don’t move. You have something on your face.” My husband Steven was holding my chin as he turned my face to get a closer look. “Is that glitter?” He took his finger and brushed it away.
“Probably. It is that time of year.” I laughed.
“I thought we weren’t going to send cards with glitter this year?”
“We didn’t.” I went over to the card basket and held up a card. “That doesn’t mean we aren’t receiving cards with glitter on them!”
Steven shook his head. “Great. We’ll still be finding glitter at Easter.”
I looked at the card before I put it back in the basket. “Glitter doesn’t bother me. In fact, I kind of like it.” I went over to the tree to adjust one of the ornaments. “It feels festive!”
“Hey, I didn’t say I don’t like sparkles.” Steven said as he sat on the couch. “It’s glitter I don’t like.”
I looked over at him confused. “Sparkles and glitter are the same thing.”
Steven shook his head as he put his feet up on the coffee table. “No they’re not.”
“Glitter sparkles.” I moved another ornament on the tree.
“But sparkles aren’t glitter.” Steven countered.
I shook my head and sighed. “I agree to disagree on that one.”
Our son Alex came into the room. “What are you two up to?”
“Your Dad and I are having a disagreement.” I said over my shoulder as I adjusted a candy cane on the tree.
“Uh oh.” Alex looked as if he was trying to find a way to escape.
“Nothing big.” I reassured him. “But maybe you could tell us what you think?”
Alex shook his head. “Nope. Not getting involved in this.” He laughed.
“Your Mom thinks sparkles and glitter are the same thing.” Steven said as he looked over at Alex.
Alex looked at Steven. “Is that glitter on your face?”
“Oh great.” Steven got up to check himself in the foyer mirror. “And now it starts!”
Alex came over to the tree to grab a candy cane. He began to unwrap it when he looked at my sleeve. “You’ve got some glitter on your sleeve.
I looked down. “That’s because I was showing your Dad a Christmas card we’d gotten.” I brushed the glitter off my sleeve.
“Hey!” Alex backed up. “I don’t want any glitter on me!”
“Oh, come on you two!” I cried. “It’s Christmas! There’s going to be glitter! Get over it!”
Steven came back into the room. “But there’s still a difference between sparkles and glitter.” He reminded me.
Alex laughed as he shook his head. “You two argue about the weirdest things.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek before heading back to his room.
Slice of Life 