It is 5:30pm, do you know where your sons are? Mine are wrestling, screaming, yelling, and otherwise pushing me over the edge. After a pretty nasty match over a stupid little blue ball, I had a momentary inspiration. I went into the bedroom where we store Christmas presents that we pick up throughout the year. I pull out a beach ball that was going to be a stocking stuffer.
Momentary cooperative play.
When it gets dark by 4, and by boys have unbelievable pent up energy, momentary is golden.
Crap, the moment has passed. They're screaming again.
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I know I shouldn't laugh, I know it's not funny - ah, heck, yes it is. They're such boys.
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