Snow Ball Hell
Maybe they’re too soft, maybe they’re just affected too much by all the back and fourth right now, it’s hard to say. When the kids got here Monday afternoon I expected them to be overjoyed in the efforts I had put into the snow fort… and they were for all of 5 minutes. Then the snowballs started flying. First in the house was Brian, his tears accentuated by the blob on show still on the side of his head. Apparently his little sister had been bullying him and pegged him in the head with a snow ball. I instructed them to not hit each other in the head and set about fixing supper. Next was the argument of the use of the snow block maker, then the snow ball maker, then Hadley comes in crying. It seems that Brian had exacted his revenge and pegged (yes, the use of the word pegged is required when talking about snow balls) her in the ribs with a snow ball containing a chunk of ice. Then exgf-1 dropped off her son Nick to help Brian with the completion of the snow fort. Things settled down for a little while but an hour later Nick comes in complaining that Brian won’t quit throwing snow balls at him. I swear, if they were just a little bit older, I would have started throwing snow balls at all three of them. I’ll be glad when they’re old enough to just roam the neighborhood creating phallic additions to snowmen.
Jahm
PS The other night when I was helping Nick with his snow fort, he looked at me sheepishly and said, “Ben, do you care if I pee outside?” WTF, hell no, all boys pee outside. I told him that our ability to not only pee anywhere, any time, but to be able to write our name in the snow is one of the biggest factor behind penis envy.
Couldn’t agree more with your sentiments about pissing in public. Dogs have got the right idea!