Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–Were wrestling but Sweet Boy#3’s toenail caught on Sweet Boy#2’s lip making him bleed!
At the sports court I turn to yell at the boys…and run smack into the basketball hoop.
Again at the sports court, I tell Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#2 to clean up the balls so that we can go inside. They promptly spend 15 minutes pretending that Sweet Boy#2 is an escaping ball that Sweet Boy#1 must catch and stuff forcefully into the ball barrel. Finally Sweet Boy#1 holds both of Sweet Boy#2’s hands and uses them as pinchers to pick up all of the balls. A prime example of what happens when you don’t help them clean up, but allow them freedom to do it on their own.
Sweet Boy#1–I catch him crouching on top of and then wildly leaping off one of my folding TV tray tables.
Sweet Boy#2–Puts a hat belonging to one of our counselors into a tub of water and then into our freezer.
Sweet Boy#3–Pours a good portion of a Costco sized bottle of hand-soap into Sweet Boy#2’s bath making it…quite bubbly.
Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#2–Caught throwing rotten pears at the side of Choco’s car
Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–Spend a fair amount of time arguing about whether honey or tar is the stickiest substance on Earth.
But the winner this week
Sweet Boy#2–Accidentally closes Sweet Boy#1’s head in the sun roof of our car. It is dark and he doesn’t know why the sunroof won’t close and that the screams of his brother are related to his actions and so he keeps his finger on the button hoping that this will help. Sweet Boy#1 is left with a scrape on his forehead, a headache, and a good deal of hostility toward his sibling.
They are wonderful sweet boys, really they are. Just…active and pesky and…boyish. Seriously, I have people come up to me in the super market and more recently on the airplane to say what marvelous well behaved children they are. But they do have their moments and here are those moments, all for you, in living color.