May 14, 2007

Carry on

I’m in the kitchen as the twins play in the room next door. I am washing dishes as I hear the music from a Baby Einstein book being played. When I last left them, Swee’Pea was holding the book and I had to give TheMonk his tractor book to keep him distracted from trying to take Swee’Pea’s book.

Suddenly I hear the unmistakable sounds of skin being slapped. Swee’Pea has been going through a phase where she whacks poor Monk anytime she doesn’t like what he’s doing (or even when she feels like it).

I rush to the room ready to dole out a severe time out. I am preparing for Monk’s cries followed closely by Swee’Pea’s shrieks once she’s figured out she’s going on a time out.

I quickly turn the corner and locate the twins in the middle of the room. I am ready to dish out some serious punishment only to find…

Monk clapping to the beat of the music.

They both turn to look at me. I freeze. Suddenly, shifting gears, I break out into a huge smile and clap along with TheMonk. They turn their attention back to the music and I slink off to the kitchen to continue washing the dishes. Never Mind.


  1. Okay, I know you’ve got your hundred things list, but if you want to think of eight more, I’ve tagged you for an “eight things” meme. Yippee!

    Comment by Jen M. — May 14, 2007 @ 7:52 am

  2. Hahaha, that’s hilarious! Gotta love it when they find a good rhythm.

    Comment by Holmes — May 14, 2007 @ 12:30 pm

  3. Ah, a parental Emily Litella moment. I have those all the time.

    Comment by Deanna — May 14, 2007 @ 8:13 pm

  4. Geez, Dad, a girl makes one, okay maybe two mistakes and you label her a DV candidate.

    Comment by Grandmother — May 15, 2007 @ 3:22 pm

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