Of course, every week is full of children around here, but last week was early release. Hence, the children in question were present in the home and not at school more hours than usual. Which, of course, is always a source for more side-splitting antics.
Since the kids were home early, that meant that they had to accompany me while I ran errands. I don't think any parent truly understands the meaning of the word "babysitter" until they have drug three cranky kids around the countryside who would much rather be home practicing their mad guitar strumming skills in front of the Wii. Either that, or melting holes in Styrofoam with their modeling glue (yes, we had the talk about glue safety, the environment and the proper use of glue and no, they will never do that again).
Having so much together time always opens my eyes to what is going on inside their world, especially with the boys, who are not attached to my hip like their sister is. I kind of like being a fly on the wall when we are in the car because if I turn down the Ne-Yo long enough, I just may hear something interesting (Thank you, Ellen DeGeneres for having Ne-Yo on your show a while ago, I am thoroughly addicted. Now, if I could just dance like you my life would be complete).
Wyatt: Dude, I do not understand the way you talk! Someone at my school was talking like a middle-schooler and it was like a different language.
McRae (laughing): You will understand when you are in middle school.
And then they proceed to jab each other in the ribs until I threaten to take away Christmas.
A little while later I hear this:
Wyatt: You are so funny, I am glad you're my brother.
And my heart explodes.
A little while later it is a completely different story and they are taking turns saying, "Mom!" and then waiting for me to say, "What?" Before howling at the fact that they JUST MADE ME SAY "WHAT" because, you know, nothing is funnier than that.
Well boys, I have not completely wiped all the childhood memories from my mind and I do remember playing that joke on unsuspecting people when I was your age. I know that it is hard to imagine your mother EVER being the same age as you, but believe me, it happened.
And just to prove that I can still enjoy a good prank, here you go:
Remember that picture I told you I deleted from my memory card?
(And no, these are not their Halloween costumes. This is what resulted after my oldest raided his sister's dress-up box.)
You can send your future therapy bills to me in the Caribbean, as that is where your father and I have decided to spend our golden years, braiding hair and selling dollar beers on the beach.