Sunday, March 30, 2008
I've Got a Plunger and I Know How to Use It!
It started out like this:
Me (to kids): Go get ready for bed! (Then I go back to trying to really finish finding all my 2007 receipts).
Within a few minutes, teasing and running sounds ensue. Me: Boys, get ready for bed!! NOW!!
10 Minutes and two repetitions later (vocal exercise): The noise in the next room is deafening, and at this point, it sounds like someone might be murdered.
I jump up and stride into the living room, grabbing a plunger out of a Thing's hands. Apparently, a bomb detonated in there. Clothes, cushions , and miscellaneous wrappers are scattered among a field of toys and there are a bunch of bread pieces tossed all over the entrance to the kitchen. Another thing is screaming while Carino has got him in a neck hold and Gigio is bouncing from one couch to the other egging him on with a toy sword.
Me: Did I ask you to go mess up the living room, throw the bread around, pester or threaten your brother's life, then create a scene from "Tornado" out of the living room and drag out the plunger?
Boys: Deer in headlights blank stares...
Me: NO! I did NOT. I said get ready for bed, and if you don't right now, I have a plunger and I know how to use it! I lunge towards the pack and Gigio runs away, screaming like a girl. The Things run off to their room laughing, and Carino starts eating the bread.
Another night of our typical bedtime routine has just begun. Who said idle threats are useless?