Sometimes the nine year old in our house just makes me smile, no matter how angry I can feel at him at times.
I am feeling quite horrible today, cough, headache, sore throat...you know the drill. So I went to take a bath while the boys were happily trying out a new Wii game I had rented for them for the day. I was so impressed at how well they were sharing.
About ten minutes after I get in the bath, I hear screaming, crying, and banging around. Hubby and two boys were in an all out battle about the Wii game. Of course, I got out of the bath a few minutes later and sent everyone to cool off in their own respective rooms.
I sat down to the computer to try to cool down myself when Noah came out to present his note of remorse, as he does very often when something isn't right. It is on a TINY piece of paper, as all of his drawings are minuscule in size. I had to read it twice before I realized it was a poem:
I hate to admit it
I yelled quite a lot
And I did get punished
But mad I am not
If you are reading this
It might seem tart
But your sons love you
With all of their hearts
Where did he learn the word "tart" ?
Yup, gonna keep this little scrap of paper forever.