First of all, that would be a little creepy & I would wonder how the heck you found my house way out here in the boonies.
And this is what you'd see:
Me, bra unhooked but still on under my shirt because it's a 32 & I wear a 34 & the sleeves of this shirt are too tight to snap it out the sleeve & I'm too lazy to go change into my PJ's right now, typing away at the computer, trying to ignore the chaos behind me.
BabyGirl walking around on her knees in underpants (her own) & an old half under slip of mine hitched up under her arms so that "all the private things are covered" an no fabric touches her shoulders or neck. She's bossing the boys around, carrying Bitsy, and talking in an odd red-neck/baby talk voice that makes my skin crawl.
The boys are decked out in boxer shorts & are battling to the death over...well, I'm not really sure. At the moment someone has laser vision & someone else is a baby & there's talk of Kryptonite. A few minutes ago someone was being purchased (from a pet store maybe?) and that caused a great deal of screaming & fake tears. There's also lots of jumping & running on all fours (B.B. is exceptionally adept at that move...that boy can book it). I read some where that 75% of boys' play is nonverbal...noise...vroom, crash, pow, bang...I'd say we're closer to 99% around here.
Bitsy is nearly as confused as I am, so she continually wanders off to escape the bedlam. As soon as her captors notice, they chase her down, swoop her up, and tote her back into the middle of the mass of bodies. She's a puppy or a baby or a superhero, but she couldn't care less. She just wants freedom....and magnets. Magnets are making her very happy right now.
I wonder why television execs spend so much time & money developing reality TV concepts. They should just follow my kids around with a camera & wait for the next trip to the ER. If that doesn't happen, don't worry, the insanity will bubble up soon. It's always lurking just under the surface.
Well, I need to go. Someone is screeching & some one else is locked in the laundry room.
1 comment:
I love watching my boys' imagination in action!
Yesterday I was in a client meeting, and one of my coworkers sneezed in an awful sort of way. The client said that if he ended up with some farm animal flu he was going to find a way to throw the coworker in a corner without having to touch him.
I'd kind of dazed off by that point, and I accidentally said (outloud!) "You could always use your force push."
Client heard me and responded, "If I could do that I promise that this is not where I'd be spending my Thursday morning."
He has boys too...
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