So I'm sitting at dinner tonight and I've got one little guy being ridiculously well behaved (I'll pretend that this wasn't because he was trying to make up for the 15 year old attitude crammed in a 4 year old body that he was tossing around today) and I've got another little guy with the top of his hand pressed against his yogurt filled mouth humming and cracking up at the fact that as he hummed, a yogurty saliva mixture was half spraying across the table and half hanging off of his chin. There he sat, resembling a dog with severe drooling problems, while my poor 4 year old is desperately trying not to laugh because he is probably worried that I will make bedtime even earlier than the already early time I promised tonight...and I am just sitting there with a frozen dinner wondering what in the world has happened here.
I find myself having a lot of those "what in the world is happening" or "how the hell did this awesome day we were having 35 seconds ago turn into this" or "whose kids are standing up backwards in the shopping cart at Target...oh crap, those are mine" moments lately.
There was that one time, not too long ago, when Ben threw a little bit too much of that attitude towards his dad and was informed that the trip to the park with the "cwazy big huge slides and swings for Blakey" was going to have to wait for another day.
