Usually the bickering, the fidgeting, the in and out of seats, playing with food, etc gets to me. Some days, though, I have more capacity to appreciate the silliness that surrounds me. Today was one of those days. Here is some of what my kids did while I prepared and ate dinner. It is pretty typical stuff and was accompanied by the usual amount of bickering/fidgeting/playing/whining.
M and J planned a party, each inviting 3 friends, for saturday. They each made invitations for their friends.
Apparently, I served pasta kazoos for dinner. M and J performed a series of solos and duets with their penne whistles.
We had a master pretender contest to see who was the best at pretending. M conceded, declaring that she would not ever pretend again, except when her friends were over and they were playing with the doll house. J then found other (pretend) opponents.
Scripture reading became performance art. In an attempt to get them to listen I asked them to raise their hands when I read "my son" and to touch mouth, ear or eyes when they heard words like see/hear/speak etc. Before long they had actions for know/learn, voice, prayer/cry, love, Jesus, truth, night and on and on and on until at least every third word had an action.
Post-scripture reading M did a song and dance number about how much Jesus really loves us while J finally started eating his dinner and I washed dishes.
BB was not feeling well so he just ate dinner, then sat quietly playing with his trains while the rest of us "ate."
What’s Wrong With Young People Nowadays?
7 hours ago
