We are sick. Again. But I won't bore you with that. Instead, I will share a story of brotherly love.
A few weeks ago Mike was talking with a client who teaches a Karate class for kids. He said that Michael would be a good fit for the class and invited us down to watch a session. Sounds fun.
So last Tuesday we piled into the car to head off to Karate. As we are pulling out of the driveway, Erick was having a little trouble buckling his seat belt so Michael reaches over to help him. A nice brotherly move, right? So you would think.
Before we know it there is complete chaos in the back seat as Erick has belted Michael in the face giving him a bloody nose, which results in Michael hitting back at Erick. Tears, screaming and blood - as we are on the way to Karate. To the end, Michael contends that he was helping Erick while Erick refuses to believe that the move was anything less than malicious.
At this point Mike and I are questioning the wisdom of continuing on to the class, but as things got under control in the back seat, we carried on our way and it actually looks like it will be a great class for Michael.
Michael got to "sit-in" on the class and I took some pictures with my phone but haven't attempted to try to get them from the phone to my computer. As soon as I do I will post them.
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Before the class: bloody nose.
After the class: brain damage.
Snotty nose: Zicam.
Dog Diarrhea: Wrecked Carpet.
Ewww. Sorry about the wrecked carpet. However, nothing will ever beat the diarrhea fest of '00...or was it '01?
Actually, I was thinking about that comparison. This was so much worse... I had to wear a medical mask to clean it up.
But, then again, I wasn't on the plane ride with you. Maybe that's why it wasn't so bad for me!!
I think it was winter '00 and then again in the spring of '01. Just like the Olympics. Thanks, A.J. You know who I mean... grrrrr. I'm still mad about that.
Michy, are you sure you aren't reminiscing about your childhood when you used to belt me in the face! ha! ha! Wow, brotherly love - at least it sounds like the "spat" ended quickly! Oh that little angel, Erickson! Can't believe he could possibly do that sort of thing to his older brother!
I could possibly be reminiscing...ahh, so many great fight memories! Where to begin!
And believe it sister! As far as the little one goes, while his face might look angelic, the child is absolutely tough as nails. Always has been.
Wait a minute. Why haven't you mentioned any of this sister spatting before? Mike and I thought we were the only ones.
It's nice to have company.
Let's see... if "spat" = brandishing knives, being thrown down twelve wooden stairs, and having someone pin you down and spit in your face/ears, then yes, we had a ton of "spats". I think the Sisters B are thinking more like "arguments".
Once again, drama queen. You always were and still are a big baby. Knife this, spit that, wah, wah, wah.
Mom drove a cab today.
You mean you actually physically assaulted one another? The horror! We were constantly having to have our nails cut because they were a strong weapon of choice, and Cheryl is always quick to point out how I used to have to grab some kind of weapon or other because I was a weakling. Good times. Good times.
One girl's assault is another girl's grab for maternal attention. Who can tell?
That is hilarious about the fingernails!
Oh my, I missed so much great conversation! Ha! Ha! Yes, Michy used to grab whatever she could! We had our share of spats, but nothing like the excitment it sounds like Mike & Kris. Michy always got her revenge one way or another. BTW...did the boys get the Wii game from Bailey & Riley?
How come no recent posts???????????????????????????????????/
oh my, i meant to say - i missed such a great conversation, ops!
such a great conversation, so much great conversation. you say potato. I say potato. hm.
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