Boys-R-Us

'Security - we have two suspects, potentially dangerous, fleeing the scene on what appears to be tractors...'

I had the brilliant idea today of taking the boys somewhere fun, free, and protected from the dark clouds promising rain at any moment. First of all, fun for who? Second, what the hell was I thinking with 'free' at a toy store? Third, it did not rain - the clouds parted and the sun came out. Thanks, Mr. Sunshine - why don't you go burn yourself?

We had fun anyway, if you take me out of the equation. The boys raced around like a bunch of kids let loose in a toy story. Yes, that was intentional.

I thought I said the word 'no' quite often enough during a normal day with the boys. At a toy store, you can take that figure and multiple it by the number of times you get 'that look' from other parents where they suggest with their eyes that your kids might be a little out of control. Then double it and you have half of the number of times I said 'no' today. I never said that math would not be a part of reading this blog.

Peter kept running around the store with a plastic pistol telling people to 'Freak or I will shoot!'I think little Einstein meant 'freeze', but he was too busy making other shoppers get their freak on for me to ask him.

Our shopping frenzy obviously worked up an appetite and for dinner the Peter & David gang chowed down. With a belly full of cooked food, I thought the boys were sure to go to sleep without any problems. Silly me and my thoughts.

I went through the entire bedtime routine and at the end, the boys were more or less asleep. As it turned out for David, it was less, not more. I was in the living room massaging Angie's back or feeding her grapes or some other really awesome husbandy thing to do when I heard a blood curdling scream. My cat-like reflexes kicked in and I raced into their bedroom.

I picked up on two things straightaway. First, Peter was screaming his head off. Ok, the yelling was obvious from a block away, but at least the who was clarified. The second thing I picked up on was a little more subtle. It was David, whispering over and over 'Peter, there's a spider in your bed...there's a spider in your bed...'

I don't know what is funnier - the fact that David is already tormenting Peter or that Peter believes anything that David says. Given those choices, though, it is funny either way. I certainly cracked up. Peter did not.

I finally got Peter calmed down and reassured him that there were no spiders in his bed. Next, I yelled at David to shut his instigator and get some sleep. As I waited for the snoring sounds which is normally my cue to leave, I thought about my sisters. Man, I tormented the hell out of them, so I can certainly see where David might get it. I never tried the whole 'there's a spider in your bed...' angle, though. I'll have to keep that in mind next time they visit...
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1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I went with you to the playgroup with my mommy.
David: When I lola lola lola.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When we went to playgroup and we couldn't stay there 'cause I wanted to play the computer but other kids wanted to play computer too and I was standing there saying nothing all the time and I turned around and this boy said there said hi to this kid, but it was a lady, and she just - her name was Anna - then I was just standing there again and the boy was playing computer and then I couldn't play.
David: When Gizma scratch me.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play the lion game.
David: Dora dora please.