Sweet Boy#1 has a marvelous solution to our new sugar ant invasion. Have the cousins visit so that his only girl cousin can eat all of the ants!
Sweet Boy#2–Uses Daddy’s special double sided tape to make a web for his plastic spider on one of the living room lamps.
Sweet Boy#3–Fills his pants pocket with those caterpillar seed pod things from Grandma Donna’s willow tree. I find them in the washing-machine after I have run the load of course.
Sweet Boy#3–Asked Daddy how to spell out the name of his favorite video game “Pikman” and carefully writes it on a paper and gives it to me to tape onto my leg so that I will always have it with me. I do, of course.
I catch the boys trying to launch a kite by having Sweet Boy#1 stand on top of our Ford Explorer and hold the kite up high in the air while Sweet Boy#2 gets a running start and rips it from his grasp and into the sky. It works perfectly…and terrible parents that we are we tell them “no” just the same.
Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#2 pretend that they are baby hummingbirds and they spend many happy minutes running around the house emitting happy buzzing noises as they drink nectar. But Sweet Boy#3 is their owner and when they decide that they are unhatched hummingbirds in eggs, he alarms his brothers by pretending to juggle their eggs in a wild manner.
I call the boys to the table for dinner…and they all come, but Sweet Boy#2 is buck naked. He obediently runs over and sits down, only to be indignant when I send him back into the other room for his clothes. What an evil mother this poor boy was born to!
But the winner this week…
Sweet Boy#2 is upset with me at bedtime. I must have ordered him into his bunk or something. And so he takes his jammies, opens our second story living room window behind my back, and throws the jammies out to their doom. Then he defiantly informs me of his actions, pauses a moment and bursts into tears because now he wants to wear those particular jammies. I decide that this is an excellent opportunity for a natural consequence and inform him that anything thrown out the window is not to be worn that day. He is horrified and informs me that if this is the case he will not wear anything at all!!! I let him know that he must at least wear undies. I come back into the room to find my son in bed, naked. Not only has he not put his undies on his body, but he has taken the contents of his entire undie drawer and dumped them into the bathtub…with water. And then my sweet little blond was heartbroken and full of righteous anger as I took away his movie pick. Life is truly tragic and cold.