Screaming. (mostly, from Carter, although Archie’s got some lungs on him)
Hitting. (Carter)
Kicking. (Carter)
Some sort of strange method of using backpacks as weapons, all in the back seat. (both)
More, much more screaming (Carter)
During which Mommy (strapped into the front of the car already) tries: Guys? OKAY GUYS Let’s take a minute to calm down. Hello? Can you hear me? Guys? Everyone take a few deep breaths.
Ending with a punch in the face from one boy to the other, and I’m certain some quite painful pinching from the recipient of the punch, and more screaming from both.
Punctuated with Carter’s lament, “Jeesh, can’t we ever have any QUIET around here?”
Bad Mommy has to sign off to go scrape her brains off the ceiling from when her head exploded.
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Thanks for the cerebral birth control!
Heh. Want an afternoon of it? I hear it can last up to six months before losing efficacy. The trick is, to leave them before you get the nighttime snuggles. Then all the cerebral birth control goes right out the window.
Oh my. Oh. My.
Think I can convince the unborn son to stay that way long enough for his big brother to mature enough to avoid this ind of scene?????
heh. probably not. For our first long trip I made a foam board barrier in the middle of the car. Now they have much more fun together, I just need to keep the car seats separated by more than they were Tuesday evening. (They were right on top of each other).