Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I've been teaching a few kids how to play the piano and the boys know that when I'm with a student they can play outside or watch TV upstairs. That's the rule. Luke usually comes home in the middle of a lesson so he comes in, drops his stuff, goes potty, and then runs outside.
One particular day Caleb and his friend forgot the rule (or ignored it) and kept coming in and out and ringing the door bell. To keep them out I finally locked the doors. About 5-10 minutes before my lesson was finished I began to hear Luke banging on the garage door and yelling, "M-ahhhhhh-m!" I ignored it until the lesson was done and then went to the back door. I opened it and found Luke with his pants and underwear to his ankles. He says, "I had to go to the bathroom." "Didn't you just go?" "Yea, but I had to poop and now I need some tissue." "You pooped? Where?" He then points with one hand out the garage and then quickly with the other hand toward the other side of the house while looking a little suspicious. He went in to clean up while I did a little poop search. The location...the bed of Grandpa's truck which we had borrowed for the week. He said no one would see him in there. Yea, sure. If you know the layout of our cul-de-sac and driveway this logic is even funnier.
So it seems he thought through what location would provide the most privacy (failed), but didn't quite run through what he'd do to clean himself up (double fail). Assuming no one saw him he wasn't at all embarrassed just sort of 'Gotta do what you gotta do.'
Ben made him hose out the back of the truck when he got home which, for Luke, turned out to be fun, hilarious, and not an effective punishment.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Our blog is not private so sometimes I worry about the thoughts of people who don't know us and our values. But whatever! Here's the story.
When we moved in I hung some curtains in the kitchen to cover the sliding glass door. I was worried the boys would get chasing each other around the table (or whatever riotous behavior) and yank the curtain rod out of the wall. Ben told them that if they touched the curtain he would cut their finger off. Then he showed them the detached thumb trick (ya know the one?) and told them when he was little he pulled on Grandma Rollins curtains.
Now every time they swish past the curtain they begin to whimper in a sort of "I don't think mom or dad would do that...or would they?" Yea, they're adequately confused and we're bad parents.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Luke came home from school the other day and told me he played a sixth grader at tetherball and lost. This amuses me for a couple of reasons. First, I laugh as I imagine the big kid challenging Luke to a match and Luke actually thinking, "yea, I could take him." Second, I giggle as I imagine this sixth grader whacking the ball with every turn and Luke helplessly jumping and swinging at air. Thirdly, I smile because he was absolutely not bothered that he got totally smoked only encouraged to practice more.
His request from Santa...a tetherball set. It's already on the way.