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                                     Taming a house full of hellions

It’s not every mother that can actually survive a house full of boys, even some even tempered, well mannered boys. But some mother must…

If you for whatever strange reason find yourself living with four of the most different, curious, high strung boys that ever can be put together. This is what you should do.

Well really I don’t have just one easy answer. But I may be able to tell you what to do on a one to one situational basic.

A quick list of things to watch out for;

When your six year old says “mom don’t say nothing until I finish… right ain’t it’s unfair…” As soon as a six year old don’t say nothing until I  finish, then you had better say something right then or you may find yourself to dumb struck to say anything after that

When your eight year old says (with one arm already in a cast) when I grow up I want to jump out of airplanes… but I don’t want one of those big sheets to make me go down slow…. You make sure that you get the badge numbers of the two policemen that heard him say it, you will need them as witnesses later. Like an hour later when you’re taking him to the Emergency room for the second time that door to get yet another cast.( this time on his ankle).

 Leaving any boys alone with anything that makes color, noise, fire, light, air, heat or water… well if you didn’t know you do now, and hopefully it was bad enough that you will remember it forever.

 Your nine year old brings you a clothes hanger, and when you ask him why he hands you a note from school… set the hanger down and slowly back away. Then turn and run, counting to ten will not help the farther you get away the better your chances of staying out of jail will be.

When your seven year old wakes you at five A.M and tells you he’s fed his brothers…you have two choices, 1) just lay there and pray chances are it’s not poisoning and you can always spend eight hours cleaning later. 2) or you can jump up

When the neighbor tells you your son traded her son a rock for his new thirty dollar toy…. when you make him give it back he tell you it was a fair trade and he wants his rock back….

When your eleven year old make extra cash by selling (what he calls) information to your neighbors…

Or when he calls the cable company in protest… (It won’t be his first nor last protest including the corner store, the library, his bus driver, and his younger brother’s teacher. This one in written form)