2 HaHa's

Josiah was having a very hard time staying in bed. He had been up several times for a drink, or to potty, or because he just loves us. The last time he got up he came in to the room with a "baby," crying (not hard), and saying "I scary! I scary!"
We agreed with him. And asked why? "I scared the dark!"

We giggled him back to bed.

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The big boys received Airsoft guns from Santa. They are ecstatic!

 

There is a short story here, but the shorter version is that by Wednesday afternoon those guns, and all gun paraphernalia, began to reside amongst the mess that is my room. Oh joy (said sarcastically). (There were rules laid out - we just hadn't thought of all the rules until stuff happens).

 

Fast forward to Thursday morning.

These sweet boys are BEGGING for those guns back. They had siblings asking that I give back the guns. I informed them that they needed a "good long talking too" before that happened. 

 

First, this act of "transfer of possession" would needed the Dictator's (that's Gene's) approval.

Second, I was still annoyed.

 

(Here comes the funny part).

I had sat down at the computer (watching YouTube) and can feel little boys behind me.

"What do you want?"

"Mumble, mumble, something about just standing here."

"No, you want something. What?"

Looking all sweet and innocent, "Well, we thought maybe we could get that 'good long talking to' now?"

"HA! Rattle, rattle, guns, blah, blah, blah, guns, yada, yada, ack . . .(I'm sure that's what they heard). . . and you'll just have to wait!" (giggle quietly as they walk away dejected).

 

Don't feel sorry for them. They will get them back (eventually). Just as soon as we remember to sit them both down and write out the rules.

 

(Maybe this one was funnier when it happened). Glad I got that written out before I forgot.