Now a good part of this week I was over on the west side visiting my Mom and Papa, but there were a few harrowing and heartwarming moments before I left.
Sweet Boy#2 insisted on making breakfast for the whole family. We had cereal and fruit and red gatoraid which the boys downed rapidly as they pretended that it was “the blood of a creature”, very apetizing I’m sure.
All three boys had a fight in the dinning room, the missiles…Sunchip crumbs.
I went inside to make sandwiches for lunch and left the boys playing hapily in our yard. They continued to play hapily as Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3 emptied a giant box full of packing peanuts onto the lawn. And Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#3 opened up the compost barrell and pulled out some nasty tomatoes in order to chop them up with sticks before replacing them.
Scruffy was coughing and our dog Shamu ran over to him all upset to lick him and make him better.
I come home from my mom’s, look in the kitchen sink and find a pair of little boy undies therein. Apparently someone spilled oatmeal in his lap.