A Little Graft Never Hurts

Alright, ‘graft’ may be a little strong.

The boy left the Easter Bunny a note:

Thank you for all of the little gifts.

And he signed it from himself. He left it along with a glass of water (the Easter Bunny doesn’t drink milk) and some carrots (which might be left over from Christmas when we had them for the reindeer- hopefully, the Easter Bunny doesn’t know). The assumption that he’ll be getting gifts is almost a bit too much.

I can’t say he behaved particularly poorly today, although there was one period where I blew my stack at both kids, more for affect than anything. The Wife has asked them to put their clothes away. Seems simple enough- not a lot of room to over interpret or misinterpret that request. Well, 40 minutes later of banging around, screaming and slamming doors, their clothes still weren’t put away. The Wife asked them a 2nd time and is was final door slam where I stepped in. I gave them 10 minutes to get the clothes put away and the dinner table set. If they couldn’t get those done, they were both going to bed early. Also, any more door slamming and they went to bed early.

No more door slamming, clothes put away, table set; all with time to spare.

Maybe he was trying to cover his bases.