The MoonPie had a few overnight guests this weekend. Three boys, twins – age 7 and their younger brother who’s 5, hung out with us while their mother, Carolyn, was out gallivanting. And by gallivanting I mean on a date with their dad. The boys are very sweet, good listeners and dress themselves with no need for adult supervision. I’m not sure how Carolyn accomplished this but I think she used an old-fashion tool called, “discipline”. I may look that up sometime.
My plan for the evening was simple – popcorn and a movie.
Me: What do you guys want to watch?
Caleb: Star Wars! The one where Annikin gets turned into Darth Vader. I like it when he falls into the lava.
Me: Um, I think that one’s kinda violent.
MoonPie: Mom, I’ve seen it like a HUNDRED times.
Caleb: If someone tried to push me into lava I’d punch him in the face.
Gray: If someone tried to push ME into lava I’d kick him in the wee-wee.
Me: See, too violent.
MoonPie: But we LIKE violence. Begins chanting, “Violence, Violence, Violence”!
Everyone chimes in- “VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE!”
I put in the movie. I wasn’t taken a chance. That wee-wee kicking sounded pretty scary.