My son is three and what they call . . . all boy. My daughter is bigger and she is in karate at the YMCA. We are flying solo this weekend while Mr. Hall attends to his military duties.
Idle time and snow drifts outside are ripe conditions for ninja style fighting.
GAAAHD#$#@#%$@ !!!!!WOULD YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!!!! SOMEONE IS GOING TO GET HURT!!!!!!!!!
So... after breaking up the third fight, I took stock. Really, both of them are laughing and more wrestling than fighting. And Pancake enjoys teaching Mac her kicks and whatnot. And really, the upstairs living room has couches and not much else, nothing sharp or pointy. It's carpeted. So . . . I sent them upstairs so they could holler and squeal and wrestle to their hearts content.
Cause brothers and sisters have been beating on each other since the dawn of time.The least I can do is provide a soft room. wait...
waiiittt fooorrr iitt . . .
waiittt . . . .
little bit more . . . . . . .
Kids cuddle ninja style!!