On one of the "re-tucking in and reminding the be quiet times," I ask Ben if he could PLEASE tell his story a little more quietly. He glanced down from his bunk bed with a look of pity at my motherly misunderstanding and lack of vision.
"Mom," he sighed with exasperation, "We are having a war."
"OK, but could you please have your war a little more quietly... it's time for bed."
I guess I failed to see that the hanger in his hand was really a bow and arrow... the bunk bed was a fortress, the tune he was singing at the top of his lungs was his war cry and Connor was the attacking foe. How could he possibly be quiet under the circumstances?
5 comments:
Heeheeehee!
I loved that story!
Your kids sound wonderful...I hope to meet them all someday!
Oh, to be a kid again. Make those moments last!!! Maybe that is one of the blessings of being a mom....you sort of get to be a kid again- and if you choose...join in on all the fun and rediscover life and all it's adventures.
Cute kids! Cute mom! Just wanted to send out a little birthday wish your way!!! Hope you have a great one filled with slobbery kisses!! It was awesome to see you guys and hopefully we'll see you again soon.... :)
Ditto to Roxanne's comment....Couldn't have said it better myself.....you go girl. Grab your hanger and get into the 'war' for a minute and then cover them with 'slobbery kisses'. lov mom
Oh this made me laught. Max LOVES to use his own coat hangers as Bows and Arrows...Oh Boys!!!
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