Travis just got done playing me a song on the piano. He finished up, turned to me, and told me the song was called "The Rock" because "it rocks and rolls." That it does, Travis, that it does.
We had a fairly laid back night tonight, having a marathon of silly kids games.... Ants in the Pants, Scatterpillar Scramble, Hungry Hungry Hippo, Toy Story Kerplunk, and Cars Bingo. Most of the games involved me, Noah, and Travis crowded around the toy table, while I simultaneously focused on batting Sophie away with one hand to keep her away from the marbles, or the mini-aliens, or the ants, or the bingo discs.
But, wait, what's this? Is this all three of my children cooperating and cleaning up at the same time? With no fights, and no near-choking incidents? Ahh, the night was a success.
After our game session, Travis informed me he was "MAD!" at me, because I told him he could not play with iPhone (or the iTouch or the Droid). I told him that sometimes I get mad too... and what happens when I get mad is that I get sulky and snappy and I'm no fun to be around. And then I realize I'm not having any fun because I'm not being any fun. And if you can find a way to be fun, chances are you'll have fun. So, Travis, can you think of any way to be fun right now?
Travis contemplated this for a moment.
And then Noah licked me.
He had been sitting on my lap, absentmindedly playing with some toy, apparently heard my conversation with Travis, and decided the appropriate way to BE fun would be to lick Mom. On the cheek. All slobbery and slippery in its unabashedly slimy glory.
Well, as it turns out, its hard for pretty much any kid to be in a grumpy mood when Mom is being licked. Problem solved.
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