Mickey Hits the Lights
Or, The Latest in a Series of Altercations Involving My Children as Summer Comes to a Close
As I type I can hear them quarrelling on the floor above me. There is stomping of the feet and some “Stop it! I am serious!”, followed by a plea to whomever may be listening to make the other kids more like the kids on Good Luck Charlie. Uh oh. I just heard something serious. Be right back.
Well, who would have thought that stuffed animals were tools of war among siblings? I have warned that there will be no throwing of the stuffies and the fighting needs to stop. It’s all quiet up there for now. That’s not good either. When they are quiet something more sinister is usually going on. I had better go check.
Nope. Just quiet sulking. Also, “Mom, can we ppuuullllleeeeeaaasssse watch some TV?” That’s a negative.
To their credit, we went on a bike ride/run today that was longer than usual. They had requested to go by a few friends’ houses in the neighborhood and I decided to capitalize on the opportunity. I had a 8k run to do this afternoon and was a little worried as to how I would get it done. Going along with their idea to pass the houses was sure to put us in the right distance. Worked like a charm, by the way.
So now I hear a hushed voice, “Uh oh. I am telling Mom. You are in big trouble.”
I am waiting. When I started to hear some stomping and yelling I decided to ignore it. They are upstairs and safe, so we will just have to see who comes out unscathed. I think this is the way mother lions handle their young, right? I have never seen nor heard of a mother lion intervening in a fair fight between her cubs.
Here come the footsteps. “Mom, you had better come upstairs.”
And here is the reveal…
No one is hurt. They all start to tell on each other. I explain that I am not interested in who did what because they are all sharing the guilt in this one. No activities that require electricity for the remainder of the day. NOW they are really mad. I rub some salt in the wound and suggest they go to the park. Daggers come out of their eyes. Why does this entertain me?
And is it wrong that I kind of want to know who threw Mickey into the light? It would not have been easy and I want to know if we have a left- or right-handed pitcher in our midst.