Well That Worked

The boy wanted a friend over this weekend. So we arranged for a buddy to come over today after their hockey practice. His friend’s parents are going to pick him up later.

But what to do with the lass? She’s always the third wheel when her brother has one of his friends over. She refuses to just let them have their fun together. She has to be involved.

So we figured we’d invite one of her friends over. With each one occupied, the Wife and I figured we’d have a reasonable afternoon.

Yeah- we’ll have to go back to the drawing board on that one. We’d have had a more relaxing afternoon if the roof had fallen in from the snow.

First, they couldn’t figure out what to do. Then they couldn’t leave each other alone. If the boys were doing something fun, then the girls had to come over and get in on the act. If they all tried to play together then they all started narcing on one another. “She said my drawing looks stupid.” (It did, but you can’t say that…) “He’s being mean.”

So finally we throw them outside. Naturally, the lass’ friend gets hit with a snowball. You know, because a snowball fight with ice chips between 1st grade boys and pre-k girls always turns out well! So I take the girls on a small hill to sled a little. Then the boy decides he has to sled on that same hill. What the hell is going on? His friend is here to visit him, and he has to be all over his sister? Really?

Finally, 30 minutes before their parents are to come pick them up they separate and start playing. Without adult help. Time for me to go chip ice off the driveway with my forehead.

Next time, we send them somewhere else at the same time.