Man, I'm looking out my window and thinking one thing. "With all this rain, it would be a perfect day to go puddle jumping with the kids!" There's only one problem. Neither of the boys want to go out and play in the rain.
I just might go out with out them, and they can stare at me through the window. Maybe, they'd change their minds after watching me having fun and getting soaked.
Or, maybe they wouldn't, and, instead of watching me, they might wage war upon each other instead while I am busy playing in the rain.
Yeah, that is more likely to happen...the whole war waging thing.
You people with kids know what I say is true. Little dobbers really don't need a reason to start a war with each other. They just come by it naturally.
My brats aren't any different.
In fact, just this morning there was a major battle between the two over a silly toy. I had to put the aggressor in what we refer to as baby prison.
They were fighting over the very same toy that is in the prison with him. The Pizzmeister swiped it from Two-zy, and that made Two-zy furious, so he went on ninja baby attack mode.
Well, I can't have that, so I had to toss him in his cell, but I also can't allow the Pizzmeister to steal from Two-zy, so I tossed the toy in there with him.
I foolishly assumed that that was the end of it. It wasn't. As soon as I turned my back to make some coffee, the Pizzmeister raided the jail in an attempt to snatch the toy again. Too bad I caught him at it.
Now they are both in baby gitmo until they can get along or a thunderdome scenario happens where two boys enter one boy leaves.
By the looks of it, they chose the getting along route...for now anyway.