To show you how serious we are about books around here, Son’s 3 and 5 were up at 1am, fighting over a book. Now, that in itself isn’t unusual around here, well the 1am thing is, but not the fighting over a book. What is so unusual is how they were carrying on this disagreement.
See, Stud and I were in bed asleep. I am no longer the night owl I was before I started working at 9am. I am asleep when my head hits the pillow at 11:30pm now. I would be asleep long before that, but hey, I don’t get off work til 11 pm, so its kind of hard to sleep before then. So since we were in bed, sleeping, the two boys in question here took it upon themselves to fight quietly.
This coming from both of their mouths…..
Youngest had the book, and he wanted to keep it.
Son3 wanted the book to make the journey to the bathroom with him.
Youngest refused to give it up.
Son3 started chasing youngest through the house.
Youngest started running on his tip-toes through the house, giggling like a (these are Son 3′s words) giggling like an elf.
Son3 grabs the book, runs to the bathroom.
Youngest busts in, grabs the book and takes off on his tippie toes and doing the elf thing again.
This went on for 20 minutes they said.
You would think the mental pic of my 13 yr old son running on tippie toes, giggling with a high pitched giggle like an elf would disturb me.
Nope
What disturbs me is the fact they felt like they had to tell me this story this morning.
If you are fighting over a book, at 1am, running around giggling like an elf….
WHY WOULD YOU TELL ANYONE?
