annoyance and frustration disguised as sweetness.
I swallow it by the mouthful
when the house is a wreck
when the table never stays clean
when they come down from "cleaning"
and it's obvious no cleaning happened.
But then I hear them, clearly,
voices and humor mirroring my own.
They offer sincerity in sarcasm's place,
congratulate each other with high fives,
pat each other on the back,
brag on each other's newest accomplishment,
and my sarcasm loses its taste.
After a rousing game of Uno,
an unbroken streak on Guitar Hero,
a preschooler reading her first word,
or alien cowgirl meets armed knight,
I find myself tossing it out
just as earnestly as they do: