My youngest is prowling the house. Hissing. Growling. Occasionally cutting loose with high-decible growl/screams which make the dogs nervous. He's in character.
This morning, I took the boys to get a haircut. The barber shop was totally empty. Three barbers stood up, the three of us sat down, and they had at it. It was a hilarious and rare sight: the three boys seated in a row, aprons on, having our hair cut. Rarely have I been prouder than I was in that moment. These boys rock.
Now, we've got a couple of the neighbor's kids over. They're playing upstairs. My rules: all doors open. Everybody plays (even the three year old, who they kind of want to exclude... and reasonably so).
Fighting has ensued from upstairs. I move to go upstairs, and its settled. Arguments over who is allowed to catch a ball, who is allowed on the bunk bed, who ...
...I just had to run upstairs and tell my daughter to keep her door open. It was partially barricaded so my youngest couldn't get in. There's a boy in there with her. That door stays OPEN.
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