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This morning, my 4 year old son, Corbin was finished eating his breakfast. His 8 year old sister, Ariel was still at the table, eating hers. He was instructed to get his clothes and go change. Now, we eat in his bedroom, or rather, his bed is in the dining room, so he has to make do with privacy by stepping about eight feet away from the table, ducking behind the wall out of sight and changing his clothes there. He's little. He can get away with it. This morning, after removing his pajama top and pants, he removed his underwear. Instead of just placing it on the ground, he did a very 4 year old boy thing: the swung it around in the air and released it. It took flight from his hands and handed on the table touching Ariel's breakfast. To make matters worse, this particular pair was NOT a shining example of hygenic toileting practices. His sister FREAKED OUT! She yelled at him, picked up the guilty underwear with two fingers and flung it back at him, crying in hysterics. Neither of said child's parents were in the vicinity. We were getting ready for the day. I went in to find out what the hubbub was about, assuming that Ariel was over-reacting, as is her habit when her brother is involved. But because the underwear may have touched her food AND it was soiled, the situation became more serious. We communicated the details of the crime to Dad, who was in the bathroom. He said, very firmly, "Send him to ME!" "Uh," I stuttered. "He's naked!" "Then I'll come to him!" Dad picked up our preferred instrument of foolishness removal and applied it appropriately. We also replaced Ariel's entire breakfast and disinfected the table, just to be safe. She ate sullenly at the other end and justifiably avoided Corbin for an hour or so. When I get my 3000 square foot house, will I miss moments like this? |
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Posted by Mom2TwoVikings