The newest fight

You might recall that once upon a time, my boys were fighting over a baby chick. This chick was pretend, so fighting about who had it was a mystery to me. I'd direct you to the blog post but alas, I don't know how.

The latest battle among my boys involves boxes. Big boxes. Garrison has an amazon box and Simon has a Luvs diaper box. We've drawn steering wheels, fuel gauges, wheels, even water and pop cans on these boxes. Garrison has even written "muscle car" on the side of his. Their argument? They each insist that their car goes faster than the other one. After several moments of amusement on my part over this argument, it quickly started to annoy me. I tried to explain but received blank stares. Finally I asked how fast each car really went. Zero. They both go zero. It was solved. That was yesterday.

Today the argument began again. Seriously? This time in an effort to prove their point, they began writing numbers on the sides of their cars to indicate how fast it goes. It helps when you shout it out. "Yeah, well mine goes fifteen, eighty, one thousand, three, sixty-two, and, and, and. . ." My response? "It is time for your morning video."