Yesterday, one of the boy's friends came over to play for an hour or so. Within 5 minutes (no exaggeration!) a lamp in my dining room had been crashed to the floor and a beautiful candle holder cracked. I DO, however, understand the importance of light saber fighting, so I asked them to please continue their "good vs. evil battle" outside.
After awhile they came inside and wanted to play in my 4-year-old's room. I could hear them giggling. Soon the giggling became hilarity and sounded "mischievious" (those of you that have kids know EXACTLY what I'm speaking of!)
This is what I found:
They said they were preparing to do a "show". And my son was to be a dinosaur. OK, how can you get mad at that?!
As I've said before, life with boys is NEVER dull. Not one minute. And I love it.