Keeping Me On My Toes

I swear my kids are trying to kill me with mental exhaustion and confusion.  How do I know?  This just happened:

Alex: “Jack, it’s not fair that you have all the stuff that goes with the Lego guys.”

Mommy: “Jack, you need to share that stuff with brother; you’ve had it for over a week.”


Mommy rifles through the hoarder’s Lego loot and starts taking out Alex’s things.

Alex: “I don’t want to play with that right now.”

Mommy leaves the room to look for a dull knife to put in her eye.

(Bellowed from the other room) Jack: “Now it’s broken! You broke it ALEX! And I don’t know how to fix it.”

Alex: “It’s my toy! I don’t want to play with you anymore!”

Mommy comes back to Lego hell and picks up the broken ambulance.

Jack: “I can do it myself! You don’t know how to do it.”

Mommy retreats to the quiet of putting away clean laundry and humming soothing sounds to herself.

Jack: “I can’t fix this. I need Daddy.”

Mommy: “Well, I offered, but what do I know? I’m just your mother. Daddy won’t be home for a long time.”

Jack: “I’ll just wait for Daddy.”

Alex: “Jack? Will you help me build a boat like yours?”

Jack: “Sure! That will be great.”


12 thoughts on “Keeping Me On My Toes

  1. Reminds me of how my kids just can’t separate. They play together really well most of the time, but when they get on each other’s nerves they don’t know how to untangle themselves from one another! It’s sweet and bizarre all at the same time.

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