kay, you want to borrow a few? Sure! I do want them back.. eventually.. though. I couldn't live without them. Things do get hectic but you have to admire the honesty of a child.
Monday I had to drive into Dallas to give my oldest, Matt, 22, his car key (short story.. lost his key.. spare was at my house an hour away.. needed to get to work.. mom to the rescue!) I took my 4 youngest with me for the hour drive each way. Why? Temporary insanity I think. The trip there was fine. They fell asleep. After they woke up and visited their oldest brother's apartment, they were all wired and full of sap. I was on my way back through rush hour traffic.. (UGH.. if you know Dallas, picture Central Expressway at 5 pm.) when they started fighting in the back seat. James, 2, was crying *SETH HIT ME* and Seth,4, was yelling *HE PULLED MY HAIR!* Katherine, 9, ever the bossy one.. was in the front seat saying *STOP that fighting right NOW or Mom will pull this car over and adjust your attitudes!!* (Oh yeah?? Where, in wall to wall cars??) Nick, 6, was saying *I didn't do anything. I am just sitting here!* They finally settled down and I had quiet for about 5 minutes. The silence was broken by James' screeches. I looked in my mirror and it looked like Seth was leaning over his brother's car seat and trying to undo the seatbelt with both hands. I said *Seth, leave his car seat alone. He NEEDS that belt. Don't undo it!!* Seth just looked up calmly and said, matter of factly as he continued, *I am NOT undoing his seatbelt. I am PINCHING him!*
Ahhhh honesty. Now if I can just work on.. brotherly love!
