Baby Gene

Part 1:

So I walk into the bathroom tonight prepping boys to get in the tub. As I come around the corner I see Briggie hunched over his brother whispering instructions into the minions ear.

Busted, Brigham stood upright and built some space between he and his brother. But kind of like those silly old cartoons where Wile E. Coyote realized that the Roadrunner is already come and gone and the bomb didn't go off, Brigham's weapon of minor disruption still kept ticking and the face of my older boy just looked at me like, "We're just standing here Dad... nothing is about to happen. I hope."

Too late, the fuse was lit.

Calvin Mackay's ears pricked up on seeing me and he fulfilled his older brothers instructions quite precisely.

"Dad, you Butt!!"

I've heard stories of a certain older brother doing this same set up on his brothers years ago. For secrecy sake lets call him Lorin G. No better yet let call him L. Gene. I suppose despite my best efforts at some point you realize that no matter how hard you swing you can't spank it out of them; it's in their Gene's.

Part 2:

We had our very good friends over for conference and lunch and more conference today. Jason and Emily Walker were here along with Michael Gordon and Antoinette and her baby girl Katie. We had a great time and it was a ton of fun.

For a good solid 45 minutes my boys expended every bit of energy Jason, Michael and I had in a Battle Royale pillow fight that was one of the more intense I've seen in years. I'm presuming that MMA or brain damage is in their future because they can take a hit.

And deliver one for that matter.

So as everyone is leaving BGB, Callie Mack and I escorted the Walkers to their car. On the front porch Mack finds a shovel I had inadvertently left out and he starts walking around with it. Scouts honor I wasn't worried about this--of course BP wasn't worried about the initial explosion of the Deepwater Horizon either.

As he's walking along Emily says, "Man that's dangerous. Once when I was a kid I accidently knocked my brothers front tooth out with a shovel."

I kid you not, at that very moment Mack walked square into Briggie smacking him in the face with the sharp edge of the shovel. Tears and blood ensued. And a small gash on BGB's upper lip bled more than I liked.

It looked worse that it was and when I'd finished cleaning him up Brig insisted that a Bandaid would fix all ails. So since it's hard to put a Bandaid on a lip he got a Buzz Lightyear one across his mustache.

I thought for sure Michelle would have killed them in toddlerhood; however, now that they've made it through that I'm pretty sure they are going to kill each other in preschoolerhood. I'm hiring a bookie to start taking bets.

dAddie.