This was one of those mornings when my sons were feeling especially playful and I was feeling especially adult and therefore, not playful. We were running late, no time to play.
Ian wanted to play hide-and-seek with me behind the bathroom door. After telling him 10 times to brush his teeth and listening to the hide-and-seek giggles coming from the bathroom, I went in and did the molar hosedown myself. He wasn't happy.
Julian thought it was funny to show me the food in his mouth, which he followed me around the apartment doing (laughing himself silly in the process) until I gripped him by each bicep and put him back in his chair at the table, wagged a finger in his face, and told him to finish his breakfast - MOUTH CLOSED! His eyes started spewing projectile tears that always remind me of little Acapulco cliff divers launching themselves with all their force into the Pacific. Only Juli's launch off his lower eye lashes and splash all over his face, shirt, food, table, floor. You name it. He's good at this.
But what is it they say about how children recover more quickly than we do? Five minutes later, there wasn't a wet eye. More play on the way out of the apartment - who's going to push the elevator call button first!?
More play in the garage - who's going to push the button to open the garage door!?
More play getting into the car - Ian entered on Julian's side and Julian on Ian's side so they could "tunnel" from one side of the backseat to the other to get in their carseats. What a laugh riot.
I eventually uttered, while strapping them in, "You guys are exhausting." Sigh.
Halfway to school, Julian was humming something in the backseat and then he says, "Mom?"
"Yes?"
"You're exHAUSting!"
And finally, something made me crack a smile.
You are, of course, going to be turning this outstanding writing into a book, no?
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