When you tell your boys that the 37 days of procrastinating sorting the recycling is up and to get out to the garage to get it done.
And you hear howling.
All the way through the heavy garage door, into the mudroom, across the living room and into your office.
Do you:
a) ignore it
(I tried this first. It didn't work)
b) run in there yelling and swinging
(I know you would think this would be my first bet, but I surprised myself and didn't go this route)
or
c) quietly open the door to find one on the ground screaming "he choked me" and the other backing away yelling "he was attacking me", and calmly utter the words, "if these bottles are not done in 20 minutes, you have NO idea the wrath that will be unleashed upon your heads".
(I think the crazy eyes and the death whisper might have worked.
Chokey jumped up and wiped the crocodile tears away the Attacked started flinging bottles so fast he was almost a skinny little blur).
I must remember this for next time.
OMG you are hilarious! and just for the record, this is totally how i´d do it too!
Posted by: Lisa Ottosson | October 28, 2011 at 01:11 AM
Thanks, Lisa. It always feels good to have my questionable parenting validated ;)
Posted by: Cheryl Overton | October 29, 2011 at 07:43 AM
Cheryl, this post reminds me once again why I am so glad you're back to blogging. :)
Posted by: Kaisermans | November 09, 2011 at 07:07 AM