Apparently, every toy in this house has been divvied up and belongs to someone. And even though someone isn't playing with that toy, it is still THEIRS and if anyone comes within 10-feet of it, someone will go crazy that anyone is trying to get it.
One minute they are happy and smiling and the next minute whamo!
Even William, our normally reasonable son, has gone off the deep end.
Last night, I noticed that his beloved - must have in possession at all times - Baby Panda was looking and smelling like it hasn't been out of a three-year-olds grasp for the past decade. But since that span of time is greater than my son's existence, it looked and smelled like it's been buried in the bottom of the trash can for a month.
So, I threw it in the wash. But, I forgot to put it in the drier before I went to bed.
I was woken this morning at 6:15 by a fit of hysteria. I brought my son in to the laundry room to show him that Baby Panda was in the wash and would be going in to the drier and by the time the "big hand" was on the "9", Baby Panda would be ready.
Inconsolable screaming ensued, so I tried distraction.
"How would you like ... a hug?"
"How would you like ... breakfast?"
"How would you like ... to get dressed?"
"How would you like ... to go play on your new swing?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and KICKING.
"How would you like ... to go water the plants?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and PUNCHING the air.
"How would you like ... to help me vacuum?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" PUNCHING and KICKING and ROLLING on the ground.
I looked over at Charlie and smiled, "This is what I've been dealing with everyday."
Then I asked, "How would you like to ... take a long walk off a short pier?"
The screaming stopped, he stood up and said "OK."
When I confessed that I was only joking, he started whining "But. I. Want. To. Take. A. Walk. Off. A. Pier. NOW!!"
And I told him, "Yep, me too buddy. ME, TOO."
*******The kids had their "interview" with the Montessori school this morning and all of them were accepted in to the fall program. William and Elizabeth went with their respective teachers, and were instantly engaged in their classes. Carolyn hung on to my leg and cried every time I stepped more than a foot away. But, slowly, she warmed up to the environment and spent a half hour watering plants in the room - to the point that they flooded and we spent another half hour mopping up puddles.
We have until April 30th to decide.
After this morning, my decision isn't as much if I want to send them to school, but if I want to send them FOR THE FULL DAY.