
Running and laughing
Why are they so hyper now?
Oh - daylight savings.
So, we'd invited a friend and her two kids over for dinner today. Unfortunately, her oldest and Angelique don't always get along (like, at all), but today they played nicely with each other, so that was good. Her Oldest had decided he was "the policeman", which was good, because we sorely needed one. He ran into the kitchen twice, came straight to me, and went "Excuse me! Come quickly!"
The first time, he followed up with "They've all gone wild in there!" and he was right. I walk in and find three children jumping in the crib, which they really must not do. I pulled them all out, and told Angelique sternly that "I helped them all get in!" is really nothing to be proud of when she knows better.
The second time, he followed up with "It's all in the crib!" - and I walked in and quickly called Jenn while hiding my face so they wouldn't see my laughing. They'd chucked all the canned goods into the crib. It's all in the crib, indeed.
He's a sweet kid. I just wish he and Angelique didn't butt heads quite so often - honestly, once they started playing together, they seemed to have a lot of fun, and, dammit, I like his mother! I will hang out with her, and talk! Even if the kids hate it! (So often, one ends up talking to people one doesn't really like *all* that much, because the kids get along. It's good for them to get a taste of their own medicine once a week.)