... my almost 9 year old takes his little brother out to his backyard mud pit and they play a jumping across the mud game.
At 8 oc'lock in the morning.
On a school day.
When we are all about to walk out the door.
And I have to go to work.
And Andrew is away.
And it's the little brother's sports day.
And the little brother falls into the mud pit.
And gets his only pair of joggers soaking wet and muddy.
And himself filfthy?
I'll tell you what I do. I get really really angry and ban them both from tv and computer FOREVER (which means at least this weekend) and smack the almost 9 year old with my hairbrush. The little brother has to wear a too-big pair of shoes to his sports day, destroying any (small) chance that he might have had of not coming last in the races.
Just keeping it real.
Happy times in our household!