Saturday, April 11, 2015

In an effort to remain current on this blog, I think the easiest thing to do is post things about the kids, or squids, as my husband likes to call them. I don't have my phone cable with me now, and I currently have kids asleep in my bed (a thing I only allow when Paul works nights) so this post will be photoless:

On Thursday this week we were having a super play date. Sisters Savannah (a friend Anna's age) and Evelyn (Niels' age) were coming over in the morning, and Talmage, a friend from Hattie's primary class at church, was coming in the afternoon. But the playroom was a disaster, and I know from 7 years parenting that play dates go much better when the room starts out clean. So while I threw dinner in the Crock Pot, I sent them to the play room to get to work.  A few minutes into it, I realized they had composed a song. The lyrics:

Clean them up before they die!
Clean them up before they die!
Clean them up before they die!
Die! Die! Die!

Over and over again they sang it. They said it was the only way that they could get Niels to actually participate. I guess the simple "Clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere" lost its magic on him. I didn't know if I should be concerned about the kids violence...instead I brushed it off, and was happy that they were all working together...happily, although perhaps violently.