On any given night at our house...
...Which is now an apartment...
...the living room...
...which is now the size of a shoe box...
...plays host to some pretty intense wrestling matches. I have no clue why my minions enjoy this but they do.
Inevitably someone gets hurt - rug burns, scratches, thumps and bruises; we've seen them all. And it makes me want to break out this old adage from my Mom:
'If you can't stand the heat stay out of the kitchen.'
In other words: enough with the dang wrestling.
So, last night the 'he hurt me' thing started up and Billy took them aside for a little bit of lecturing. I decided to surreptitiously take some pictures.
Step One:
Line children up for THE LECTURE
"Oh no! Not a lecture! We should have seen this coming."
"Quick! Everybody look downtrodden and guilt ridden! Maybe it will be over faster."
"Is this gonna take long 'cuz I got places to be."
STEP TWO:
Ready, set, lecture!
"Brothers love each other, forgiveness, Jesus, blah, blah, blah"
STEP THREE:
Make children shake hands, say their sorry, and hug.
"Sweet! It's almost over."
"How's that secret handshake go again?"
"Sheesh, you're squeezing the stew out of me."
Did you notice that sweet big brother had his arm around Stella in the all the pictures?
ReplyDeleteMy girls had my Nuggets of Fatherly Wisdom (i.e. lectures) numbered for easy reference. That fact somehow diminished my expectations as to the impact.
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