Sweet Boy#2 and #3–Spread sunscreen on the bathroom floor and skate around in it while I clean up from cutting their hair in the other room.
I am looking at an add for a truly beautiful plaid skirt in a magazine and run smack into our bedroom door.
Sweet Boy#2 spins Sweet Boy#3 on our tire swing. He is going crazy fast and screaming for help. I post-hole through our slushy snowy yard trying to get to him. The swing stops. He lets go and tries to step off. He is so very dizzy that he just plunges from the swing and falls flat on his face on the ice. He comes away with a bunch of scrapes on his nose and chin and back.
I tell Sweet Boy#3 that I will play transformers with him after I mop. He warns me: “Be careful! When you come get your transformer. When I mopped I slipped on my mopping place and fell on my bottom!” I am cautious walking on the floor as per his instructions and we have a lovely game of transformers.