Monday, February 7, 2011
Project 365...Day 36...boys+ball=fight
EVERY time my boys play ball together, the game ends in a fight. If I'm lucky, the fight will go something like this:
F, "Cope cheated."
C, "no, Ford cheated."
F, "no way, Cope cheated."
C, "uh uh, Ford did."
That is on a REALLY good day.
A medium day is more like this:
C, crying, "Ford says I'm no good and he cheated."
F, "He isn't good. I won. I won. I won."
On a bad day, I get a few more gray hairs and maybe a new zit(sorry again, mom) and the fight convo is of this nature:
F, crying, "Copeland punched me in the face and my nose is bleeding."
C, "No, I didn't." He is the KING of denial.
Me, "well, C, why is Ford's nose bleeding?"
C, "A bird fell from the sky and pecked his nose."
Me, "Really, do you have this on video?"
F, "moooommmmm, punish him!"
Me, "okay, Cope, go to your room for 17 hours."
C, "but you didn't hear my side of the story!"
Me, "oh yeah, what is your side?"
C, "Ford cheated."
Me, "is that why your punched him?"
C, "yes, he's a cheater."
Got the admission. Bam, I'm good like that. Did you notice the "cheater" theme. They love it.
In happy moments, they look like little basketball synchronized swimmers...except they aren't swimming.
David assures me they are going to love each other one day. He grew up with a brother and they used each other as punching bags daily.
I, on the other hand, had(past tense) a mean sister. ;-) I will never forget the day she threw my makeup out the 2nd story window. I am CERTAIN I did nothing to provoke her.
I sense a "love thy brother" lecture coming on...