Sunday we get home from Church and I go upstairs to change my clothes. The hooligans were calmly reflecting upon the warm peaceful feelings resulting from 3 hours of peaceful reflection, beautiful music and treats.
I say calmly because the decibel level was down 5 points (to 105db) below normal. It was kind of nice.
As I am coming down stairs, I see Jared standing in front of the open coat closet, the room filled with raucous laughter reminiscent of hyenas finishing the last of a zebra's carcass on the Serengeti. Mind you I have never been to Africa but our living room has got to be pretty close. Suddenly, a white ball comes streaking across the room, striking Jared square on the chest, hurling back him into the mountain of sweatshirts and shoes.
"DIAPER FIGHT," yells Alex as Jared bursts forth and returns fire with the round, white ball of moisture absorbent material festooned with cartoon characters. The size 3 Huggies, narrowly missed its target falling to the floor with a damp thud.
"Stop," I yell, and the burgeoning testosterone factories came to a screeching halt.
"Pick up those dirty diapers, put them in the trash and change your church clothes. It's time for lunch."
How could one not laugh when the response came quickly.
"Ooooh!!! Gross you have to pick up a dirty diaper!!!"
Go figure.
4 comments:
LOL! Too funny.
Until I have 3 boys doing that, then it probably won't be so funny. :)
That is hilarious!
I LOVED THIS!!! You knew I would. :) Honestly, where do you come up with your writing style...it's awesome. Now on to many more peaceful Sunday afternoons...
I have to laugh, the password I'm being given to type in to comment in "stingdoo". What?!
Hahaha!! : ) That's SO FUNNY!!! : )
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