The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week
Hmmmmm…
Sweet boy#2 made a teeter totter out of our metal Costco broom and managed to bend it beyond repair. I still use it, but you have to carefully choose which direction to sweep based on which way the bottom tilts.
Sweet boy #1 was crying out in heart broken agony. I rushed to his aid and realized that sweet boy #2 had eaten his special potty treat from Grammy’s house. Grammy has really good potty treats, mini boxes of nerds. And so I had a brilliant idea. I made sweet boy #2 spit them out into my hand so that he would not continue to enjoy his pirated sugar. Then sweet boy #1 asked me to wash them off for him… What the heck, why not? And so I did.
Sweet boy #2 again accompanied sweet boy #1 to Awana. The hunky hubby was passing the cubby room and saw the teacher holding the cubby bear puppet in the air, waving it and lecturing her small herd. As he walked by, the only part of her speech that he heard was: “The next person that throws, kicks, eats, or licks cubby bear…” Apparently it was a very exciting Awana day indeed.
One of my most important tasks as a mom is to determine whether the boys have washed after using the potty. Sometime this week sweet boy #2 informed me that: “…My hands smell like treats because my pee was treaty pee!” To the sink for washing I think!
Chaco, last years camp intern, was here helping out and wrestling with the boys while I cleaned up the kitchen. He got too hot and removed his sweat shirt. Sweet boy #2 asked if he was hot. He replied to the positive. Then he informed Chaco that he should take off all of his clothes. “You want me to run around in my undies?” Sweet boy #2 got a happy little smile on his face and simply nodded as though it was the only proper thing to do. After all he himself was clad in his Lightning Mc Queen undies, why not all visitors as well?
