After we dined on pizza, I forced all five of them to go outside. I made them run from the garage to the swingset three times in an attempt to get them to expend some energy.
About midway through the third lap Max got the brilliant idea that they should have a Fart Jamboree. From what I can tell, the Fart Jamboree consisted of everyone taking a spot on the swingset and then shouting “We’re at a Fart Jamboree” over and over. It looked like a good time. I did not participate.
After that, we had what will probably prove to be the best part of the day. We all came in, tired and sweaty. Liam went down for his nap, and I popped in ‘the pig movie’ yet again. The remaining five of us piled onto the couch and we were quiet for an entire 45 minutes. Nobody asked why. Nobody talked about poop. Nobody cried. There were a few squeals at the cuteness of Wilbur the baby pig, star of ‘the pig movie.’ But other than that it was gloriously quiet.
I promptly fell asleep.
Nobody was maimed, injured or otherwise harmed during my short nap. At least not that I can tell.
Now, we’re going to film the previews for ‘Liam’s Motion Picture.’
You are Aunt of the year. You are super Aunt. I can’t believe you said, “Yes.”
Make them run some more–at least100 laps before bedtime. You need them to go to sleep, to go into a deep, deep sleep so they don’t wake you at two, or four, or five in the morning.
I agree. An Aunt of the Year trophy is definitely called for.
What happened to Nolie’s Motion Picture?
Nolie ripped the cover of one of Max’s Ranger Ricks and got booted from the movie.
Man, Max is a rough producer/director/writer.