kids’ Mother’s day brawl
This mother’s day started out with my wife poking me in the morning, asking me to get up and make her some breakfast. I am half asleep and I THINK I inadvertently told her “you are not my mother; I can make you some cereal when I get up”. As I was trying to fall back asleep, I felt an eerie omen come over; it was complete silence from other side of the bed. Every married man knows, when a silence like this makes its presence in the bedroom, something bad is about to go down. I quickly responded with, “how about I assist the boys in making your breakfast?”
From my bed, I called out for my oldest boy (5yrs old). I told him to make mommy some lovely breakfast for mother’s day. My oldest, who I refer to as “the champ”, is an amazing kid. He loves is mother to death and he will never say “no” to daddy. As I’m lying on my bed, I can hear all the rustlings and activities going on in the kitchen. I am smiling because its just too darn cute.
My champ comes upstairs and tells mommy there is a surprise for her 🙂 She kisses him and we all walk down the stairs. Long and behold, what do we see? Our “wee-bear” is caught eating some of the food the Champ has laid out for mommy.
All hell breaks loose!
My oldest lunges in with a double fisted superman punch and knocks the little one down. This is when my mother’s day participation comes in. I pull the oldest one off and I tell the little one to apologize.
I proudly prevented bloodbath between these two rivals 🙂
Picture below is the breakfast our Champ made for mommy.