Tuesday, May 15, 2007

The Trenches Most Wanted









THE VICTIM




THE PERPETRATOR








THE WEAPON

THE CRIME SCENE: All 3 boyz were in the playroom after dinner. Hubby and I were still sitting at the dining room table, discussing our respective work days over our nice homecooked meal Chinese take-out. Out of nowhere, Baby started crying and holding the back of his head. Middle was summoned by his father to enter the dining room (we both had a sneaking suspicion knew that he was the culprit). Eyes downcast, Middle stood in front of his daddy and outstretched his toddler hand, revealing his weapon of choice, a baby Elmo fork.

THE CONFESSION: When sternly interrogated (think empty room, handcuffs, bright white light...ok, just kidding) with the question, "Now why would you poke your baby brother with the fork?", Middle replied (much too matter of factly, as only an almost 3-year old can), "To take his head off."

Bad boyz bad boyz whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you...

11 comments:

Amanda said...

Oh dear, the road ahead looks challenging. Tell me it's funny. Tell me it bonds you in a new and unique way. Tell me how you learn to love the mayhem.

A said...

You should invest in some sporks!

Kerry said...

Poor baby! When do siblings start getting along and stop trying to either beat the shit out of each other or get them into as much trouble as possible? I say this to my 2 all the time..."can't we all just get along??!" I have also started to make them hug for as long as it takes for them to get along. One time I made the hug for nearly 20 minutes! By the end of the 20 minutes they were laughing. Your boyz are probably too young for that though... they might head butt each other out of frustration!

pinks & Blues girls said...

Oh the honesty!! Too funny! I have a feeling that there will be many more instances like this, for both you and my sister, with your sets of three boys!!

Jane, Pinks & Blues Girls

sisters with style said...

I think this foreshadows my future to come with my two sons....

hqm said...

That is funny! My girls fight so much I feel more like a referee than their mother. Yesterday, my two oldest went at it on the tennis court! They have now earned the nick name of Venus and Serena!

Shana said...

Hi, I found your blog over at Pinks and Blues. I just had to LOL when I read this post. But I am laughing with you not at you, I too have three boys (8yrs-4yrs-20months)

Cherann said...

I sympathize with the victim. As a baby myself, I was frequently victimized by the middle child in my family.

The sad thing was that my mother always punished the one that was crying (usually me--because my brother was 5 years older than me). Where's the justice in that?

Shauna said...

I'm the youngest, too, so I sympathize with the victim.

LOVE the way you posted this one!

Queen Heather said...

Ahhh, brotherly love. Ain't it grand! I bask in this type of brotherly love on a daily basis too.

Cate said...

Oh....I can't wait for those days...in fact, I think they might be starting...I'm scared!

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