There are so many words I could use to describe my boys. At 6 and 8, they are wild, loud, smelly, usually covered in dirt and up to no good. Exactly what you’d expect them to be. But the one thing I am constantly amazed by is their resourcefulness. Tell them they can’t do something, and they will find a way to work through every loophole they can think of to accomplish what they want without breaking any of your rules. You know, something along the lines of, “Mom said not to punch my brother in the face, so I’ll kick him instead.” You get the idea.
Some rules we’ve been harping on lately are things like, “Don’t touch the lightbulbs after they’ve been on all day, they’re hot enough to burn you,” and, “Don’t put things on the electric stove top, they’ll melt to the surface and I’ll never get it clean,” or, “We can’t roast marshmallows without a fire, and we can’t have a fire outside when it’s this dry.”
Seriously, do other families even have to discuss these things? Sometimes I wonder.
Of course, as a parent, my hope is that what they’ll take from those rules is literally not to touch hot lightbulbs, lay melty things on my hot stove surface, or start bonfires in the back yard.
As 6 and 8-year-old boys, however, what they took from those rules was simply that lightbulbs are a source of heat, they need heat to roast their marshmallows, and they can’t use the stove.
So there’s obviously only one solution.
I know I should have been mad, and I tried to put on the mama face and scold them for doing it. But to be quite honest, when I walked in and found them sitting on my bed, skewered marshmallows raised toward the light bulb, it was too ingenious to be angry about.
On the other hand, maybe it’s time to build them a real campfire before they coat the house in marshmallow. Because, trust me, that stuff doesn’t come off of anything.