One Happy Meal, And One Boo Boo

Dear Boys,

Tonight is another Thursday Night Guys night while Mommy is at work. Instead of our usual pasta dinner Ben today Daddy went to McDonalds and picked up a Happy Meal for you. It was much easier this way and it would make this already hot house a little cooler not having the oven on. The two of you went in Grandma's swimming pool today so when Daddy came home you guys were getting ready to come home as well. Benjamin you noticed the Happy Meal box and ran right to it. After picking it up and running around the house with it for a little while it was time to settle down and enjoy some fast food! Since Mommy and Daddy have been on their diet for the last three weeks a little fast food wouldn't be that bad. You had your chicken nuggets and your french fries, with a chocolate milk. Daddy tried to help you drink the milk, but you wouldn't let him. Every time the straw came your way if you weren't the one controlling it you would slap it away. So, placing the milk on the coffee table might not have been a great idea because one second later you're tilting the milk all the way back while sipping on the straw, so milk went everywhere.

That didn't seem to phase you though, and not even a stern "No" worked either. I'm not sure if it's just because Daddy was a really bad problem child, but you don't respond well to the word "No" and instead you smile your little devilish grin and I think you plot in your head the next devious thing you can do. So after you had your Happy Meal you played with the toy inside. A green light saber from Star Wars. Jonathan, you weren't going hungry either as you were enjoying a nice big bottle of formula. I'm sure next week we will return to pasta as McDonalds isn't as cheap as it used to be.

Later on in the night Daddy was sitting on the floor with you Jonathan and we were putting away all of the Cars back into their carrying case. Daddy asked Benjamin to help and Benjamin took this as an invitation to throw two cars straight at Jonathan's face. Jonathan, when Daddy turned to tell Benjamin "No!" (Not like it would matter.) you decided to dive face first into the Cars carrying case, busting open the top of your gums. So, in panic, and blood soaking my shirt I called Grandma, who quickly came over with her shadow...I mean, Aunty Sara, and helped Daddy calm you down. After some teethers and a lot of wipes the blood stopped and you were back to your normal bouncy self. So much so in fact you crawled right back to the carrying case and climbed up it once more almost as if you forgot the destruction it just caused moments ago. You were fine and laughing again, but don't ever do that to Daddy again... almost made my heart stop!

You boys are fast asleep now, thankfully, and Daddy is about to turn in too. But he figured he'd write a letter to the two of you letting you now of the night one of you had a Happy Meal, and the other had a boo boo... and maybe even a fat lip.

Given A Run For His Money,

Dad.