I think the strangest moment I had today was when my 7 year old walked by wearing Stephen the Minion Blur's potty seat. He was happily sporting it like a crown. I was shocked to discover it actually fit quite nicely. I know, I know, bad minion mommy... (LOL)
When my mouth was finished hanging open, I told him to take it off, but my laughter appears to have given him a license to ignore me. Being competitive, of course my 2 year old took instant exception to the misappropriation of his personal tush cushion. He promptly tackled his big brother. Stephen has a very interesting sense of right and wrong, so in an effort to right such an egregious wrong, he decided to attack Noah with great gusto. That instantly triggered the Daffy Duck syndrome where each kid insisted that it was "Mine, mine, MINE, mine, miiiiiinnnne..." Of course, no DDS would be complete unless the children in question are running in circles or rolling across the floor.
This is going on while they struggle to wrestle the prize from each other. No one pays me any attention, my instructions mean absolutely nothing as I watch them taking turns snatching the padded Elmo potty seat from each other to place upon their heads. Let's not leave out the annoying fact that they then start running from and towards, left and right, to and from each other. (Can you say one bedroom apartment? Seriously.)
Poor Stephen finally wins the battle, dons the crown to the toilet throne but doscovers he doesn't have a big enough noggin. Undeterred, he promptly covers his eyes and bounces off the black leather couch during his attempted blind-escape. Noah, seeing the perfect opportunity to claim victory, promptly retrieves the potty seat from the giggling child who thinks slam dancing with the couch is a festive event, then promptly runs off to the bedroom to climb the chest of draws where shorty can not reach him.
Big Daddy Minion slept through the entire episode. (How do men do that?) That left Minion Mama to separate the giggly-wiggling-wee-people because Noah is never satisfied being the victor. He always returns to the scene of the crime so Stephen can continue chasing him. The Minion Blur loves Mr. Noah. I can see why. Wrestling Stephen is mad fun but exhausting. :-)
My children are a real hoot. However, when you have a lot of work to do the last thing you want to referee is the potty wars. It's not just the bowl wearing, towel for a cape, plunger for a scepter spectacle that's distracting. It's the constant laughter that keeps welling up and wont go away... My kids can be very cute while being very naughty. I try not to encourage it, but damn, they are funny as hell sometimes...
One day soon I am soooo gonna have a cool Minion YouTube video for you. Too bad I'm too chicken to stream them live right now. Yup, they fund something else interesting to do... (LOL) You'd think they would pause long enough for me to finish writing this. Truth is, when you have little minions like mine you just never know what they are going to do next. My kids do a lot.
KP, we may have to discuss padding the boys room... Seriously. :-)
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