The boys laid a trap for The Hunky Hubby. They picked one of those sharp teeny pinecones and put it in an ice cube in the freezer. I found it instead. I stuck my hand into the freezer trying to grab an ice cube, like sleeping beauty with the spinning wheel, I pricked my finger. A pinecone, incased in an ice cube. The boys thought it was hilarious.
Grandma Judy got the boys pocket knives. So far we have had a few small cuts, but nothing major, until this week. Sweet Boy#2 was doing his homework on the front lawn, with his pocket knife, and he got board. So what did this bored, knife-wielding, little boy do with his time? Did he finish his homework? Nope. He slashed both tires of Sweet Boy#3’s bicycle. Much discipline ensued. Are all little boys this silly, or is it just mine?
The winner this week…
I got up at 5:00am or so to write the other day and stumbled into our bathroom. Despite my grogginess, I noticed something different. Spots of blood on the floor, in the garbage can, smeared all over the counter. There was even blood on the light switch. Could a homicidal maniac have wandered into our small mountain home? Nope. I found the culprit, sound asleep, oozing blood onto my pillow. Yep, Sweet Boy#3 had another bloody nose. And he took care of it all by himself, and then crawled in bed beside me, and bled on my pillow. They grow up so fast! Man, I love those little boys.