And, just like everyone else, I think my kids are pretty darn perfect. Except when they're not. Believe it or not, there are times when these children of mine get themselves into hot water.
Take the other day. We were on our way home from church. I wasn't feeling well. The Bionic Man was really tired. The two children in the backseat, on the other hand, were alive and well and telling the world just how good life was with some screechy singing. Intentionally screechy singing. The Bionic Man asked them nicely to please stop singing like that, because it was giving him a headache. The screeching stopped briefly, only to begin again. I reminded them of their father's request, and of our rule about not making sounds in the car that hurt people's ears. It wasn't long before the screeching started up again. The Bionic Man again told the children to tone it down. And--once again, after a brief respite--we soon heard screeching from the back seat.
I'm not going to name any names, from here on out, but here's what happened: The parent driving the car pulled over on the side of the road. The other parent thought, "Great idea! Let's make the kids walk home!" and awaited the other parent's command to do so with baited breath. Surprise! The parent driving exited the car, said, "I'll see you at home," and started walking. The parent left behind would have loved to join the pedestrian parent, had it not been for the fact that
Letters of apology were provided forthwith upon our arrival home. After both parents were able to get a long, uninterrupted Sunday nap, all was forgiven.
But not quite forgotten, thanks to these absolutely hilarious notes. I must share. Since I'm not naming any names, all I can tell you is that the screechy singers are both in elementary school. (Probably no need for that explanation after you see their spelling.)
I am saree will you for give me. I'm saree I'm saree I'm saree I'm saree a 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 times! Will you frgiv me pllees! plleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! pllees pllees will you forgive me! 1 more pllees!
I am sorry that I kept on singing when you and mom both told me to stop. If I had stoped then nobody would be in trouble. Now that I think about it my singing must have been anoying. And because of how high pitch I was it must of gave you a headach. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?