Barb did us a huge favor last week and babysat for the boys so that Luke and I could go on a real, live date. (We went to the Simpsons Movie. It had its moments, but that was about it. The real treat was getting out of the house with adult company for a while.)
Upon our return home, Barb gave us such an accurate description of our boys that I've been thinking about it for days now. After putting them to bed, she heard thumping and went to investigate. (Surprise, surprise.) Her verdict was that Big Boy A had focused on the task of going to bed and was already asleep and Big Boy B was "dinkin' around." It was just so spot-on that Luke and I laughed and laughed.
And then there was the comment this weekend. We went to Barb's and John's house for a family barbecue and heard this description of having two-year-olds in the house:
"It's kind of like having raccoons in the house. You can't tell them not to get into stuff, and they can make a mess faster than anything."
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