So this has been quite the week. I think I'm averaging 2 come-aparts a day! Not the little teeny, tiny get choked up kind but rather the big, brilliant explosive kind. The other day I drove over to Papa Murphy's to get pizza because, well I just couldn't deal with dinner because we had pumpkin guts all over the counter due to the pumpkin carving contest we were participating in at pack meeting (Is it ok to detest scouts when you have 4 boys?) in an hour. I get there and don't have my wallet so I get to drive home and back again in rush hour traffic. I'm finally in line to pay for our pizza. Alek is of course climbing all over the counter trying to watch the main attraction (a bunch of pizza faced teenagers constructing our pizzas and those of a dozen other hungry customers). Jonah who doesn't want to miss out on all the action is screaming to watch. I ask Haydn to lift him up so that he can see what must be the greatest food assembly line ever, which he kindly does. Haydn leans him up against the counter where Jonah proceeds to throw himself back and yell. Haydn quickly puts him down and throws his hands in the air looking at me as if to say, "I'm innocent, I didn't do anything". I look down at Jonah who is doubled over and in his clearest, loudest voice he booms, "YOU HURT MY WIENER!" Ahhh, my favorite vulgar slang word. Just another reason I love being a boy mom. So many opportunities make other people laugh........at me!