What a Mom can learn all in ONE day...

Facts of the day:

1. Our cat is a Robot
2. Our basement is actually an E.R.
3. Halloween candy is poisonous to parents... seriously 

"Geeetttt in the basement!!" I yell loudly at my three sons ages six, four and two. Ok, so really I'm not a mean grumpy mom, well not all the time. In order for everyone to enjoy their scrambled eggs, freshly cut fruit and buttered toast, the boys must give their mommy some SPACE to cook! Seriously boys! After my second cup of "dark magic K cup coffee" has sunk into my system, breakfast is ready. Lets first go back a few minutes to the imaginative and exciting world of little boys. While standing in front of the stove, like a good mother and wife (lol haha) I hear some interesting conversations happening in the basement. I have a great earshot of my boys this Sunday morning and I learned so much. 'Our cat is a robot, an evil robot"! Kai my four year old screams to his bothers. This statement is followed by "get him" I hear elephant stomping sounds from one of the basement to the other. As long as the stomping isn't followed by screaming and or crying the activity occurring downstair is all good. A few minutes later I hear the following, "this is the E.R. we can save him". I  then hear," doctor over here now, save this patient" coming from my six year old. Playing doctor at my house isn't the "playing doctor" we all joke about. At my house everything, I mean everything is actioned packed! 

Later this afternoon, I started sorting through my middle son's jack o lantern treat bag for anything chocolate. This action is OK, since November first was National Eat Your Child's Halloween Candy Day, its true I read it on Facebook! I reached in for a Twix when my son kai peers up from behind me and says, "you know mom, Twix are poison for grown ups, you can't eat it mom". So I'm standing there, what does a mom do!? I can't just eat poison in front of my son and think this won't cause severe emotional trauma. I put the chocolate back into the halloween treat bag, like a good mommy, knowing I would grab it later when I'm all alone, those ten precious seconds in the day. 

Little Beecher aka L.B. (6)  Kai (4) and Thatcher (almost 2) by the third boy..I don't even keep track of his age by month lol....we round it up....yeah yeah almost 2 ;)

Thanks for reading,

Kelli