Kids are amusing

These are my sons as they usually wake me up in the morning. They jump on my head. They think this is great fun. And just so you don't get the feeling that they are at all discriminatory in this joy, here they are sharing this same joy with their mother while she tries to sneak in a nap.

These are my sons in all of their glory.

Yesterday my elder son, the 6 year old, was very helpful. We were cleaning the floors, lots of vacuuming, lots of swifting, getting them all clean. And in the corner of his room beneath the bed we spotted a single square of breakfast cereal (Cinnamon Toast Crunch to be exact). This square was in such a place and at such an angle that we just couldn't get to the dang thing, so my brilliant wife has a brilliant idea, and calls over this helpful, older child. She ducks down and points out the square to him waaaaay in the corner, and he gets it immediately (this is not the first time we've needed his help to fish stuff out from beneath the bed). He crawls right in, exclaims 'got it', and the wife pulls him out by his ankles and congratulates him on a job well done.

At this point I thank him for his help and tell him to throw it in the garbage. At this he flashes his brightest smile at me and says, "Yum-yum" while rubbing his tummy.

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EW!?!?

Brandi and I collapse in a fit of grossed out laughter, and my mother thinks this is just the cutest and nastiest thing she's seen in her life.

I think my older son is trying to steal back some attention from the younger son. Let me tell you about HIS latest highlight. Joshua loves to cook. He knows how to pull out all of the correct utensils, pots, and ingredients to make spaghetti already (seriously, I am NOT kidding here). He even has his own little toy stove and tons of little toy cookwear and even little toy foods he enjoys playing with and spreading all over the living room floor (which is fine, if he kept it all organized I would be concerned that he was a girl).

Well, a week from last Friday, he took his little toy piece of bread, and decided to make himself some toast . . . . in our REAL toaster. He put that plastic piece of bread in the left side, and turned that puppy on. We discovered this little lump of melted plastic later, and that weekend had to go buy a new toaster.

This is not the first time he's done this! He's left plastic eggs in the oven, and even a plastic tray in the broiler beneath the oven oven. He somehow stuck a paintbrush in the VCR (the repairman thought that was hysterical), and enjoys pushing the vacuum around the carpet, despite the fact the vacuum is strong enough to rip holes in the covering of its own cord. Yes, this is our younger son, who's first words of, "Uh-oh" should have been our first sign that exciting times were to come.

Well, that's all I wanted to say today. If anyone would like a used son, they're going cheap. And they're even partly potty trained and have really good manners. You'll find them on ebay soon.