Pa rum pum pum pum

I’m very fortunate in that I have amazing in-laws. They’re kind, supportive, and understanding; they accept me and all of my many flaws annoying habits quirks. They raised one heck of a man who I get to call my husband, and they don’t override my parenting decisions, even though some could probably use a little grandparent-TLC.  They’re incredibly good to my kids, and I don’t think I could function without my mother-in-law’s help in particular. However, they are now on MY LIST. And this is why:

I don’t know what I’ve done to upset or offend them. Clearly it was something awful. My kid knows the words to “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” and “Get Off of my Cloud” and if I have to hear the percussion version of either one more time, I’m going to jab my ear drums with steak knives.

If you’re reading this, dear in-laws, just tell me what I have to do to make it right. If this is revenge for stealing away your son, I’ll give him back. I’ll dress him in his best sweater vest (he just got a fancy argyle one from Santa…), put a bow on his head, and send him drum-drum-drumming all the way home.