OM Life with Boys :: The Drama and the Bottle

It’s been a whirlwind week in the house of boys, for sure.

Between the germs that have spread to us all (except hubby who has been working 12-hour days) and tricking the five-year-old into thinking that cleaning toilets is FUN, there’s been some drama and a surprise.

The drama happened at 5:45 am this morning. Actually, the incident happened in school the day before, after a very positive parent-teacher conference. I guess my eight-year-old felt the need to explain that “frickin'” is not the right word to use and is a poor substitute for the original, which he proceeded to say out loud in class. As with most boys, he’s not very sneaky, even if he tries. They flip cards in class when someone misbehaves and he had to flip two, which reflects on the class as a whole. So at 5:45am, the guilt hit him smack in the face and the drama commenced.

The surprise was the night before. As we were tucking the five-year-old into bed, my husband gave him a water bottle in case of a coughing fit in the middle of the night. I noticed it wasn’t his, but his brother’s, and then got distracted by something else. Lights out, nighty-night.

Five minutes later, little feet come down the steps, “Dad? This doesn’t taste good.” Husband investigates… and yup, it’s pee. In the water bottle. No one knows how it got there. It’s a frickin’ mystery.

My moment was to realize that I could have a meltdown about all this bad behavior or I could choose to reasonably set the boys straight and have a good laugh with my husband in private. Which do you think I chose?

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3 Responses to OM Life with Boys :: The Drama and the Bottle

  1. You just made my evening!! Thank you.

    Even spell check won’t let me type the word frickin’ so kudos for having a son who willingly rights a wrong. E has gotten into the habit of using that word which only gets him in trouble bc it sounds so much like the other word.

    Urine has yet to enter the story of our lives (yet, being the operative word). C would try to calm me by saying it’s sterile.

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