Today, late morning. Sarah is sitting outside in a lawn chair, attempting to catch some end-of-summer rays while reading the paper. Please let it be noted that she's trying to read YESTERDAY'S paper.
Her Hubby and Baby son are riding on the John Deere mower, making diagonal stripes in the verdant lawn.
Sarah's other two sons, Eldest and Middle are off to her right, meandering about in the driveway and running their mouths:
"I'm not gonna play football with you anymore EVER!"
"I don't care, cuz I'm not ever giving you Pokemon cards."
"I don't care, because if you do that, then you won't get any of my Bakugans."
"Well, so what! My Pokemans are better anyway. I have way more."
"Well, I'm gonna tell Mom on you."
"So what. I didn't even do anything."
"Don't think I'm not telling cuz I AM."
"Whatever. You are a big dummy anyway."
"No I'm not, you are!"
"Well so what cuz I can throw the ball better, so there."
"Don't touch me!"
"I didn't touch you, the ball did."
"You threw it at me on purpose!"
"Quit talking to me."
"I'm not talking to you. I can talk. I'm allowed."
"I said be quiet."
"You're not the boss of me. Mommy and Daddy are."
"It's my turn!"
"No it's not. I already said I'm not playing anyway."
"Well then that means you're stupid."
That's it. I'm telling."
"I'm telling on you too then."
(Please note that no artistic liberty was taken by Sarah in the retelling of this particular dialogue. It's pretty much word-for-word.)
So yes, sitting outside in the sun on a Monday holiday is just soooo relaxing. About as relaxing as sliding down a pole made of razors.
Sarah highly recommends it. *snort*