At least that is what I am told. Experience is not in my favor in this situation.
Things have started taking on a different tone lately. I have seen such a huge improvement in Ethan's antics that I thought I might never again post crazy stories, and life would suddenly be calm. . . Choke. Cough. I will not bother to recall all the new tales from his corridor. Some might produce weird visitors like my friend, Angie, has had the privilege of meeting in the blog world. Ethan did pull a cute one today. He drew a sweet picture of me holding two flowers. (I am glad he told me it was me, or I might not have known.) He proceeded to flip the paper and draw this bean like thing with two dots and a wavy line under them. "What is this picture, Ethan?" "That is me, and I am sad because you won't take me to the park." "My dear boy, it is library day, and it is raining and cold!"
Seth has been supplying us with the tales of late. He attempted to cut his hair and removed a nice little snippet, didn't he? Can any of you explain how someone can get their shoes in the bathroom (The boys' tennis shoes are kept on either side of the hamper.), and one shoe ends up in the toilet?! He was at least apologetic, and thankfully the shoe was not drenched. And please do not ask why I flushed the toilet after I retrieved the shoe! :-) I am way too busy!
Recently, while trucking up and down the hall with loads of laundry, I heard an interesting conversation coming from the boys' room. I peeked in just in time to see Ethan face down on the bed. Seth was tying his hands behind his back with a menacing, "This is the end of the road for you, Mate!" :-) They had been watching a DVD where the Crocodile Hunter had caught some poachers. Those little imaginations!