I cleaned the house and was making dinner. One of our camp board members was coming over for dinner. I told the boys to go and play nicely in their room so that our house had a chance to be tidy for at least 10 minutes. And they did play nice…for awhile. They were happy and entertained as they launched the heavy mattress off of one of the upper bunks and smooshed each other by jumping off the empty bunk and landing on the mattress with their brothers underneath. The game stopped when Sweet Boy#3 got a horrendous bloody nose and I followed the blood splatters and the screams to the bathroom to find him. Playing nice…apparently it is a difficult concept to understand.
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!