Playing mom for 2 boys of this age has many facets.
First, it's playing Law Enforcement: this entails putting yourself in between the actual physical violence that is occurring. It can be scary stepping into the middle of all those little fists and legs a' flyin'.
Then, You play Judge: This entails hearing both sides of the story. Not surprisingly, it's never any body's fault and it was always the other guy who started it. Usually during this portion there is a lot of yelling and crying.
And Finally, Jury: Doling out the sentences. Which, I realize, is pretty shifty since most of the evidence is pretty here say. So what it really comes down to is who ever is the better liar gets off, while the sucker gets stuck with the 5 minute time out on the toilet. I've caught onto the holes in the system, so now I just alternate who gets punished...you know try to bring a little balance to the scales of justice.
Joey and I were so much more sneaky when we fought...and when I say "when we fought" I really mean when I kicked the snot out of him. We knew if mom caught so much as a shout or a wail the jig was up. Devious. I was devious.
3 comments:
You Hit the nail on they head with our childhood fights.
That made me laugh so hard
It sounds like you probably did not pay enough attention to these children while watching them. Where were you when they started to fight?
Your posts are very distasteful. Solution: get a baby sitter for the baby sitter!
I think you should've driven those kids about 50 miles outside of Vegas and left them there for about 6 hours in the mid-day heat. SOB's wouldn't have said a peep after that.
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