Riding home from Easter at my moms I made the discovery that 60 plus people and an unlimited amount of sugar is really a bad idea for my
Z: Mom! Tell Corbin to stop hitting us!
Me: Corbin stop hitting your brothers or you won't have soda ever again!
A few moment later I hear from the back "stop that!"
Z: Mom, tell him to stop trying to lick us too! He is trying to lick Adams filthy feet!
Now the feet were completely dark brown and disgusting and I have Diego's mom and sister in the car. Welcome to our family! We love you!
Me: Corbin! Do not lick your brothers feet! Or for that matter any other body part! No licking people in general! (Is that specific enough, I can only hope!) It will make you sick! Do you want to get sick?
C: No. (giggle, giggle)
Me: NO more sugar for you today!
I was relaying this story to one of the ladies at the therapy place today:
"Oh licking is quite common with boys in general. I had to tell my boys not to lick things."
Me: did you ever have to tell them not to lick dirty feet?
"Um, no I can say I have never uttered the words, do not lick your brothers feet, you have me beat there."
Me: I hate winning these kinds of things.
I was reminded that the conversation took another turn:
Z: Corbin! Get your hands out of my pockets and my pants!
Me: Corbin! DO NOT STICK YOUR HANDS IN YOUR BROTHERS PANTS!!!! OR ANYONE ELSE'S FOR THAT MATTER!
I'm tired and think I block parts of conversations just to protect my sleep little brain.