Hey, us too! Yes, we partook in Lucifer's Testicles.
Well, we had that, but wait! There's more!
We had also had duels, pirates, and formulating consequences that we decided that my readers (that's you) would decide.
First, you must know this family has sometimes a free-form, reap the consequences policy which often is turned into an eye for an eye.
Yes, we roll like that.
So Eldest, dear Eldest, was warned not to take water cannon that the damned Easter Bunny brought him near Li'l Man, but alas the temptation was too great.
As soon as we returned from Easter brunch, the deed was done.
He turned a happy, warm little Li'l Man in Easter finery on a cool Seattle's Easter day into a cold, sad, drippy, and more importantly, whiny Li'l Man after a perfectly wonderful Easter buffet. I had ever intention to put my feet up and take a nap to slumber off the effects of too much shrimp cocktail and french toast.
Instead, my parenting skills need to come in to play and, sadly, my friends, my parenting skills might be a mite lacking with an over-full tummy.
His consequence and then more and more consequences for not heeding stipulations of said consequence was this:
Then there was the zombies.
Remember a while back I mentioned PB's fear of zombies and my evil inclination to incite that zombie fear? Heh! So guilty.
Well, I wasn't joking. They freak her out.
I need only to chase her with the under my breath mention of zombies and you get this:
What say you? Who wins:
Can you tell from whom he gets his snarky attitude?