In the midst of the noise and clatter of my boys, I recently remembered a conversation I had with my own mother and a friend of hers. (Let me be quick to inform you that I was between the ages of fourteen and sixteen when I made this outrageous statement.)
They were conversing about children and behavior when I said, "O, I never want to have kids that are perfect little angels." (Or something along that line.) They, of course, were so shocked the poor ladies' eyebrows disappeared in their hair. To their continued astonishment I casually remarked, "If your kids are angels, life would be really boring."
For some reason, a good fifteen years after that statement, I opt for the boring! :-) (FYI - My boys were just playing drums and tambourines. The pitiful thing is that they play them right in time to the music. That activity is so fun to them, I do not want to tell them to quit. Oh, yes, they were also playing "marathon" or something that needed to be done at a break-neck speed around the dining room table.)
If I get things to a "low roar," I will try to post the paint colors tonight. If not, they should appear tomorrow.
P.S. They just got out the CandyLand game. Yes! Some quiet!