“max—stop pretending to pee on me!”
“MOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!! max is pretending to pee on me!”
i giggle just a bit…mom fail.
10 year old again, “mom, did your brother pretend to pee on you????”
“probably and i survived.”
so then 10 year old logic tries to kick in with the 3 year old brother:
“max—you can’t really pee on me because you are wearing underwear and that means the pee will go in your underwear.”
3 year old ignores his sister…
THE NEXT THING I KNOW…
“mom,” says the 3 year old, “see that beetle!” it appears he has moved on from harassing his sister.
i look…”sure max.”
“no, that beetle..” he points again.
in the itty bitty crevice of our home, i spy a beetle.
“kill it mom, we don’t want a biting bug.”
i kill the nasty looking beetle that only his boy eyes apparently could spy and give him the killed beetle in tissue, it’s limbs sticking out, and say, “go throw it away.”
no hesitation. grabs the dead bug and throws it away.
the next thing i know, “more PEZ in my ninja turtle, mom…” he says bringing me his candy, where he then proceeds to climb on my lap while i am literally typing this and says, “YEE HAW cowboy!”
and now, as i finish this last sentence, he is curled up into my lap with his head against my shoulder sweet as syrup…
wait, i take it back. he is now pretending to eat my computer and encouraging the 2 year old to do the same.
they are making monster noises with some snorting.
this is my life in the last 3 minutes.
no wait..they are now blowing raspberries at each other. i am wiping the spit off of the table.
oh wait. he is back to kissing my shoulder.
no…now he’s dressing like a fireman. and my 2 year old is now on the table.
so, my 10 year old may wonder why i laugh when my 3 year old is a boy being a boy…
it’s because i can’t keep up with anything else.
okay, seriously…i have just lost my coffee in the last 2.3 seconds. like it has disappeared somewhere into thin air. the physical cup. and this is how the ending of my attempt to type this blog looks…
HAVE A GREAT DAY, FRIENDS!!!!