"Boys are found everywhere—on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair
and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket."
Author: Alan Beck

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

And just like that....spring break is over.  The car ride to the bus stop Monday morning was a solemn one.  Two weeks of being at home with no schedule to follow, no homework, and the most BEAUTIFUL weather a boy could ask for was easy to get used to.


I admit it.  I couldn't help but get teary-eyed watching Evan and Luke get on the bus that morning.  Though we didn't travel anywhere, and we didn't really do much of anything, we had a fun time just being lazy with one another.

However, when the boys weren't being lazy with each other, they occupied their time like this-

"He stole my toy!"

"He stuck his tongue out at me!"

"But he stuck his out first!"

"He won't play what I want to play!"

"He said I'm not his favorite brother anymore!"

"He said I don't know how to play basketball....and I DO!"

I started counting their tattles, but lost my cool at 982.....so I stopped.

Oh TATTLE MONSTER, where have you been the past 11 years?

What's that you say?  Someone stuck their tongue out at you?  That's horrible!
But I don't want to hear about it.  Go tell the Tattle Monster.

He took a piece of your gum without asking?  Bummer, dude!
But I don't want to hear about it.  Go tell the Tattle Monster.

That's right.  Unless you've got a bone protruding, blood dripping, or some other form of injury, don't come crying to me.  Tell your tattle to the Monster himself. 

The basket on top of the shelf has little 'tattle-size' papers (perfectly sized and cut by moi), as well as markers, in a rainbow of colors.....depending on what kind of tattling mood you may be in at the time.

During dinner, we gather the days' tattles and the man of the house (yes, hon.....I'm referring to YOU!) reads them aloud.

We talk a wee bit about the tattles, crumple them up, and FORGET ABOUT THEM!

But wait!

There's more!

GOOD TATTLES are also graciously accepted!  In fact, if you are lucky enough to receive a good tattle in the form of-

"He helped me clean up my room!"
"He shared his candy with me!"
(or anything similar to that)

You'll be the lucky recipient of a small token of appreciation, donated by Mom & Dad

Though it's only day three, it's working like a charm! The written tattles are hilarious to read, and the boys are realizing that some tattles just aren't worth writing.

I'm in tattle bliss.

*please note that this is not an Amy original.  I stole the idea from pinterest, of which I'm hopelessly addicted. 


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