Julius came upstairs with a Gatorade and there was instant bickering between him and Isaiah.
Isaiah: Tell Julius to share that Gatorade with me.
Paul: Julius where did you get the Gatorade?
Julius: In the refrigerator.
Paul: I didn't buy any Gatorade...it must be Michael's that he bought.
Julius(runs frankly around trying to hide the Gatorade): Help me! Help me! Michael is going to kill me.
Me: Michael isn't going to kill you. Stop saying that. He may get
really mad, because you took his drink, but he isn't going to hurt you.
Julius(thinks for a second): Help me! Help me! Before Michael sees this.
Me: In the first place, you shouldn't have drank it without asking who it belonged to right?
Julius: I didn't know it belonged to him. I saw it and thought I just got lucky.
Well, it took Michael about an hour before he realized what happened. Julius came back into my bedroom none worse for the wear...I guess big brother has a soft spot for baby brother!
One way to tell if a child's mother is a book nerd. Thirteen year old is
cutting brush and shrubs on this beautiful NC day and looks at his 14
year old brother and says, "For Narnia!" As he thrust the branch in the
air. Yes, all the neighbors are outside!
Julius is relaxing in my bed, but he kept wiggling all around. His hands
were under the blankets and he's feeling around like he's looking for
something.
It continued for another minute or so and then I said,
"Julius, what are you doing?"
He still moving his hands under the
blankets and says, "Well, I'm pretty sure I put on my boxers after my
shower, but I can't seem to find them. Wait! Never mind I found them!"
WTHeck!? Crisis diverted...though I'm still trying to figure out where
the boxers went for a few minutes, especially since he still had them
on!
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