Swords

Thew other night I was rushing to make dinner after swimming lessons. The boys were sent upstairs to get their jammies on while I ran to my downstairs pantry** for some pasta.

Seriously, I DO know better than to leave those two unsupervised. Maybe the chlorine fumes were causing my brain to short circuit. As I was running up the stairs to check on my browning meat I heard a "thump, thump, thump". Which in this house isn't all that unusual of a sound. Because I have two VERY ACTIVE boys (one with my clumsy gene) falling down the stairs is a twice weekly experience. It is truly is a wonder that we've not yet broken any bones. And now that I have typed that, I will be posting pictures of their imminent casts next week.

Sure enough there was a sobbing boy at the bottom of my stairs. Without a stitch of clothes on. Also a more regular occurrence than the pre-child me would have deemed possible. Some days I really do feel as if I am running a nu*dist colony.

So I scooped him up, turned down the heat on the meat and headed to the couch for a cuddle. Part of me wanted to know why he was falling down the stairs wearing only socks and part of me was shouting "don't ask - you'll be sorry"

I ignored the voice. Becuase I am stupid like that.

"So buddy, what happened?"

"Spud and I were playing swords and he went to grab mine and I went down the stairs."

Warning bells were madly going off yet I continued.

"Swords? With what?"

Any guesses from those of you with boys?

Yep. The built in kind.

Which lead to me using the word pen*is for the 438th time this week and yet another talk I never once in a million year envisioned as I bought sleepers and planned out the nursery.

**Yes, I do have two pantries. Way Cooler is a we are big believers in stocking up on sales and buying in bulk. If we were stuck at home we could live for weeks on the cereal alone.