“Buddy, are you going to hang at home for the big, TV thing or go to your friend’s religious ceremony?” – Mom. “Mom, it is a bar mitzvah. It’s the most important religious event in a young boys’ life. I think I’ll go to that and support my friend. It is way more important trying to get on TV.” – Oldest Boy. “Oh, yes…of course…my wonderful, considerate, ‘someone raised you right’ boy’”- Mom.

Momma, can Bailey spend the night? She can sleep with me in my bed.” – Little boy. “Sweetie, I don’t think her Mom would think it is a good idea.” -Mom. “Why not?” – Little boy. “Well, she is a dog and I think she might miss her home” – Mom. “But she might miss ME if we don’t let her stay…-Little boy. Friendship has no bounds.

“Hey, what’s going on here? I thought we agreed that you would pick up your room. This place is a MESS!!!! – Mom. “What’s wrong?”- Dad. “Come on Dad sing with me…We’re not gonna take, no, we ain’t gonna take it, we’re not gonna take it anymooorrreee! – Mom, Dad and Twisted Sister.

Who was the fool who bought “flying, slingshot monkeys that screech when the hit the ground”, for an advent calendar gift, for three housebound boys? That would be me. My new job title is Zookeeper

“What in the world are you doing?” – Mom. ” I am wiping my butt.”- Little Boy. ” Wait…are using my sleeping pillow?!!!- Mom. ” I know Momma, I peed on your bed and don’t you worry I will start potty training tomorrow.’- Little Boy. Things are VERY different the third time around.

Sunday night. “Whew, I am beat. I’m going to bed.” – Mom. “Uh, Mom. I forgot to tell you that I need to bring a breakfast treat for my advisory class tomorrow. It has to be homemade and I thought we could make cranberry orange sconces.” – Old Boy. “What??!!” – Mom. Breathe in, breath out…breathe in, breathe out.

Okay Mom, one more bite of cereal and then it’s time to play cows”-Little boy.   ”Cows?!!!!” – Mom. I do believe I am the only Mother in North America who has ever been requested to play “Cows”. Moooo…