Butterbain entertains himself by pretending his trike is a motorcycle (with flames) which he revs up and zooms around the house. Oh, and he has to wear his "motorcycle shirt" which is an old t-shirt I was forced into cutting the sleeves off of. Again with the compromise: he get's to wear it around the house and farm, but never off of our property.
The bigbains are creative too...here's the game they made up last week.
It's called something like drag-your-brother-and-cousin-on-your-legs-around-the-house-til-you-collapse-and-get-to-swap-places. I'm so obviously cooler in their minds than in real life, because they actually thought I would participate, and I don't mean just timing them. They thought I'd be on the floor. Subjecting myself to the same brutality they think is so.much.fun.
No matter how long the winter is, no matter how short the days are, I am just going to have to draw the line at being dragged around the house. Being 4 boys' mamma is fun, full of surprises and all about the you-won't believe-the new-level-I've sunk-to moments, but I'm just not that crazy!
Lib

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