We were having a particularly temperamental evening, with the kids acting a bit cranky at bedtime. So, to lighten the mood, I told each of them they had to come up with a silly way to go upstairs. They could crawl, they could skip, they could hop on one foot, but it had to be silly.
Travis chose jumping.
Sophie chose marching.
Noah chose being carried.
I told him that wasn't really silly enough. Try again, Noah.
I want you to carry me.
How about.....walking backwards?
mmmmm....nope.
How about on your knees?
Please will you carry me?
How about....spinning?
What if you carry me and we both spin?
I gave in. I'm a sucker. I picked him up and we both spun our way up the stairs to brush his teeth. He giggled uncontrollably the entire time, and I nearly passed out from dizziness at the top of the stairs.
In retrospect, not such a brilliant idea.
But, crankiness.....GONE. In it's place, a bunch of marching, jumping, spinning goofballs.
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