So why am I having another child? And another boy to boot? Gahhhhhhhh
We have two kids, matched in age, over at our house today for playdates. (Playdate Law: 1 guest per kid is perfect, uneven numbers are bad, and a more than 6 kids is a mob, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!) Today the numbers are not working: the two older ones have been torturing the younger ones quite mercilessly, and the younger visitor seems to think that trashing the house is the appropriate response to not getting his way. Mac has been sulking ever since finding out that the older boys made his Squawkers Macaw, say, "I hate Mac," and "You've been punk'd, bitch."
Okay really, I've been sulking about the last one more. I got really mad at the kids when they came home from going to the store, and told them they had to fix the parrot and rerecord something nicer. I can't tell whose voice it is, and I don't care which one did it, so I held both the little buggers responsible. Grrrrr.....
I know girls can be worse, cattier, nastier, sneakier; at least the boys are up front about bullying. But, oh shit. I really hate this kind of stuff. I think this is why siblings should be conceived when the first baby is young enough that the parents are still gripped with naivete that siblings can be friends, and not stab each other to death for kicks.
They all finally calmed down when we put on the Simpson's movie. Nothing like a round of potty humour and humiliation to stun the male of the species into a coma.
When does school start again? Military boarding school that is?