Monday, August 2, 2010
"Hey Mommy," Jane calls to the kitchen, "Jack showed me the food in his mouth that he already chewed up. I didn't like it. What should I do?"
Jack giggles, shakes his head, "Ignore it."
"Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate?" Jane swings her legs on the bench and swishes out more song, "Jack, Jack, Jaaaack."
The boy flaps his lips into tooting-gunfire. He grins, pokes Lulie. "Jack, that's not appropriate." He jabs her again.
"Momma," Janie takes the reigns, "now that you're 32 you should know that you don't get to force him to obey."
"That's right." I tilt my head, "I just discipline. Everybody get ready for naps."
Jack furrows his brow, puckers lips, "What about my chance to go outside?"
"I know, but you weren't being very nice to each other so I took it away." The morning chaos steers toward afternoon. I grab the reigns and hold on.