So I was driving the boys home from school this week and I’d picked a bag of fresh grapes from Grandma Donna’s house. The boys were snorking down grapes in the back seat and had assured me that they were not making a mess. Then someone put a grape under Sweet Boy#2 as a joke. He sat on the grape, leapt up in the air in surprise, and then more grapes rolled underneath him. After supervising the cleanup we got under way again. But now Sweet Boy#2 was crouched over his seat, refusing to sit all the way down lest some errant grape slime him once more. We went over a bump in the road. Somehow, Sweet Boy#2’s knee and Sweet Boy#3’s face connected with a firm crack! There was blood everywhere, and weeping, lots of weeping. Sweet Boy#3 held both hands clamped over his nose and blood streamed between his fingers, smeared his face, and ran down his forearms all the way to his elbows. We did not have any wet wipes in the car. So yeah, even snack time or a simple drive home from school can bring forth battle cries, grape attacks, and bloodshed when you are the greatly blessed mom of three boys. Just another day in the Wilks home!