Friday morning the kids would not go to school. They would not cut their hair. Sometimes, they don't even flush. They didn't go to school. We got in the car to go to school, but then we didn't. We parked in front of great clips. Joseph wouldn't go in because he wants to be like you and be able to chew on his hair. We sat in the parking lot. I had threatened them with baldness, financial ruin, even leprosy if they didn't drink the super healthy drink I made them that morning. Some did, some didn't, so just to teach them all a good lesson I took them all to McDonald's. I took them to the bank where they played basketball loudly on the kids toys and sang Christmas songs outloud, still with no haircuts. We laughed very much. We came home. We left again. We went to another bank. Annie sluffed all day.
Another night last week I told the kids a story I just should never have told. There was a family with a bunch of brothers. They teased each other constantly and intensely. One time one brother went out to get the mail in just a towel. A second brother ran out, grabbed his towel, ran inside and locked the door. Instead of running for cover, brother one walked slowly back to the house, strutted actually. End of story I never should have told my boys. First of all, with two fingers like legs on a box they acted out 92 different ways he could have walked back to the house with all these funny things. Then somehow Spen and Joseph and Seth ended up doing a choreographed underwear dance until 11:30 a.m. in every room in the house. Remember the kids who wouldn't go to school or cut their hair? Same kids, just a different night.
Two nights ago Spencer called Seth short and they fought in their underwear all over the house until 11:30. Remember the kids who were doing the choreographed underwear dance? Same kids. Probably same undies.
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