we're into summer by now. i mean, we're really into it. the initial excitement has worn off. the freckles are out, along with the always-dirty flip flop feet. and boredom is beginning to set in. and with that boredom comes the fighting. you know how it goes. mom and dad beg and plead: get along! please! do it for us! the golden rule! treat others as you want to be treated! well, it only works for so long. it's mid-july. it's not working anymore. yesterday, william spent much of the afternoon in his bedroom after i sent him there for being a real pain to lindsey.
now, it's not so much pleading. it's more: get along before I BURN THIS HOUSE TO THE GROUND (borrowed those words right from the mouths of babes... elvis earl). we'll see if that works. anyway, this morning i suggested lindsey have a lemonade stand. she's good at tasks like this... sign-making, pouring, stirring. the promise of a few dollars at the end makes it all the more fun. steve gave it a title: lindsey's liquidators. he's really trying to sell her on that one.
and then we've got william. he's making his own sign and says he's having a lemonade stand at another spot on the street. a spot cars pass first. a competing lemonade stand with his sister. why? cause he's a pain. burn this house to the ground? IMA BURN HIS LEMONADE STAND TO THE GROUND, thas what i'm gonna do.
(fear not. his lemonade stand's not happening. i just let him think so until he gets bored with the idea and gives it up on his own. i give it ten more minutes.)