I tell Sweet Boy#3 that he needs to finish his sandwich in order to have ice cream, I give him five minutes to do so…he is not finishing, the time is running out, and he says his tummy hurts…I say “one more bite” he tries to eat it…and throws up everything in his stomach! Um…oops. So I put him in a warm bath with a glass of water and …you guessed it, a dish of sherbet.
After we get back from our backpacking trip I go outside to wash out the tent. Sweet Boy#1 empties the camping tub onto the couch and brings it with him into the bathtub where he also baths with the dog dishes and a small stepping stool before starting a water fight with his brothers. The tent is clean when I come back, the house is not!
Sweet boy#1–Gets his finger stuck in a piece of our train set and can’t get it out and it is quickly turning dark purple. But I come to the rescue with cold water and butter and much pulling.