Story #1:Picture it, Stricklin household, 7pm. Time to clean up. Mom says, Ansley go clean your room. Judson, go clean your room. I hear crying. Strike that, WAILING. I go to find Ansley prostrate on the floor and Judson hitting her. (on the back) He says, She hit me first. Mom says, "Judson, go sit down until Ansley is through, then you can clean your room". I close the hall door to allow Ansley to Wail, ahem, clean in peace. After much wailing and little cleaning, Dad enters the picture. Telling her the consequences of more delay. She declares her foot (That Judson hit, whatever) is hurt too bad to work. Again, he tells her to clean or suffer the consequences. She cleans. She opens the hall door, leaning on it.
I tell you, Miss Scarlett would be proud. She says to me, "Mom, you need to carry me" I say, "Why". She says, "My foot hurts too bad. I can't walk." I say, "Go sit on Daddy's chair". Next thing I know, she runs across the floor to grab her Peter Rabbit and jumps into Dad's chair.
Next time, I'm filming it so you will believe me.Story #2:After 2+ hours of playing in the park with friends, I bring the kids home. After about an hour of weather data gathering (every 10 minutes, he's keeping an Excel spreadsheet), Judson declares he's bored. In fact, he says: "I'm bored. I need to learn something" I say, "How bout I get your math workbook". His retort: "No, I want to learn history. Where's my
Dangerous Book for Boys. I want to learn about wars"
Me: "I don't know". J: "Great, Just Great. (very exasperated) I guess I'll have to study this book on the body. But I'm only going to study the bones!"