On this particular Sunday I put all three to bed. Since all was quiet I decided to take a walk--taking my I-pod with me. Lindsay tagged along and Eric hung out with his dad at home. Just over an hour later I got home.
The 2 younger boys came upstairs and immediately I noticed that those 2 looked rather chipper--the typical groggy grumpiness that clings to them after they get up from a nap was strangely absent. A thousand alarm bells were going off in my bed. So I went downstairs, and THIS is what I found.....
I would have you know that I did not yell. I did not get mad. I did not lose my temper. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. I came upstairs and that's when the boys were looking a little afraid...and defensive. The blaming each other started immediately, but I recognized the art work. The little one can't write letters in yellow and draw stick men and the older one is too advanced and proud to resort to scribbling. Really, the situation was easily remedied. Discipline was meted out. The boys were each given a wet rag and they knew exactly what to do.
I loved it!! Paul and Seth's art work, at least was not full of bacteria....James painted Dan and the bathroom walls with...yes, you got it...bacteria laden stool, when they were supposed to be having a bath. When in grade 4, Jame's art teach informed me that James would be an artist..and guess what, he is! It seems to me that Paul and Seth are advanced in their choice of materials to work with...look out...here comes two future artists!!!!
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