Not 30 minutes after I typed the last blog, there was wailing coming from the boys bathroom upstairs. I ran up while balancing a baby and a bottle (sound familiar) to find 2 little, wet, crying, naked boys standing outside of the bathtub. Apparently, Jack squirted a water toy at the light fixture above the tub causing the bulb to shatter. The whole thing fell into the water grazing Thatcher's back on the way down. (go figure)
Luckily, he got by with one small scratch, no blood, no embedded glass fragments. Nonetheless, they were frightened beyond belief. This time a tear ridden Jack said "I'm sad that I made Thatcher get hurt." With that, they both cried harder...then I heard a 3rd cry enter the mix....the cry of a 3 month old baby girl who I had been feeding while trying to calm the 2. The cries of her brothers sparked her own tiny need to sympathize....isn't that what girls do?
Once again the boys are having a "sleepover", snuggled together, and best friends.....
However, Chris' version of the story is "I'VE TOLD THEM A THOUSAND TIMES TO QUIT SQUIRTIN THAT LIGHT FIXTURE! WHY DOES IT TAKE THEM DISOBEYING AND GETTING HURT TO LEARN A LESSON??"
Ouch! That's a whole 'nother blog!................
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