The boys are running at the couch and doing jumping somersaults onto it and I caution them with the classic mother saying of: “Tuck your chin down to your chest so that you don’t break your neck.” Sweet Boy#3 immediately reasures me–“I never break my neck.”
Sweet Boy#3 starts calling me “Ma” like he’s on Little House on the Prairie.
I run up and down our stairs for 15 minutes to get some exercise. The boys entertain themselves by putting on a CD, listening to half a song, putting on a different CD, listing to half a song, putting on a new CD, listening for 1/4th of a song… It was only later that I realized that they were also dancing on the kitchen counters.
But the winner this week….
Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3 are laying on the floor reading a book about Dragons that is written as though Dragons were real. I have explained this to one but not the other. Sweet Boy#3 declares that they are real and leaps up and down on top of the book in a raging tantrum that rips out half of the pages. Then I show him the authors note in the back of the book. “I lied” the author says. I order another book on Amazon for our school library and send my youngest to the kitchen to slave away and earn the book money. Why why why dragon book author, did you put your confession at the end of the book?