The boys got all excited when we got fresh snow. Did they want to go make snow angels, a snowman, or a fort? No, of course not. They all wanted to rush outside and make a “Snow Goon”. Too much Calvin and Hobbs? Impossible.
Sweet Boy#2—While I am away at Bible study, he folds up all of his school papers. Put’s them into an envelope marked “to Mom”, and places it on my pillow to find when I get home.
I overhear the three boys in their bedroom debating whether bears hatch out of eggs, or hatch out of their mothers.
Sweet Boy#3—I let him lick the spoon after I stir up a new jug of peanut butter. Somehow he manages to get huge smears of peanut butter all over his bottom?
And despite the fact that I thought this week was only going to contain “Heart warming” moments…
I put the boys into bed and then call my best friend for an “editorial phone conference” concerning the grammatical mistakes that she was looking for in my contest entries. Sweet Boy#2 gets out of bed. I take him back. He is upset. He tears every single page in his new Calvin and Hobbs book and tells me that he has done so, then in a display of herculean might, he throws his entire mattress off of the top bunk. A harrowing moment indeed. But later after his wrath had cooled. He purchased a roll of tape from us and spent several hours repairing every page, because he wanted to read his book again.
One of my boys had an accident in bed. I cleaned everything up and had just left the room, when another boy ran in and started jumping on the newly freshened bed…and peed on it. Then he ran to get the vinegar spray bottle, but instead of cleaning up his mess, he proceeded to accost his brother in a vinegary attack. At least vinegar isn’t poisonous or radioactive or anything.