Lilsis, my little sis, (I am still waiting for her hilarious supermarket story so I can post it-by the way lilsis) mentioned on the phone today that she thought I may portray my kids as too perfect on this blog. But alas, this is just an illusion, for they each have a fault or two. I think that they are incredibly human, and only seem so perfect because of the positive spin I tend to put on everything. My glass is, after all, half full.
Well, I admit they are as close to perfect as can be, but I thought I would share one tiny imperfection that all 3 of them have in common. My darling boys are the loudest children in creation. Seriously. Lilsis can attest to this. Totally seriously. Loud as Shakespearean actors without a microphone. Seriously, where ever we go, they can be heard by people near and far. And sometimes even by people very far who are likely to be wondering just where that voice is coming from, when no child can be seen.
This imperfection does come in handy at one place, our local playground where it can be quite difficult to see your kids while they are on the play structure. I sit with confidence, lounging on the benches, listening as my little ones make their way around the area, always knowing precisely where they are. Other moms sweat it out, and frantically craning their necks, while running back and forth trying to keep an eye on their less vociferous ones. (ooops, there I go with the positve spin thing again)
I often explain to the boys that in a restaurant or other public spaces only the people sharing a table with you or the people who came with you should be able to hear your voice. Hahaha, I may as well be telling old faithful to take a day off. It is just not possible. So, since the world will most definitely hear what they have to say, I have to be vigilant about keeping the topics friendly and inviting. When we leave the public places people often stop me to comment about what charming boys I have. I suspect that what they really mean is that they have heard every word of our conversation and are thinking thank goodness nothing was inappropriate. We always try to save the toilet humor for our own home where it is appreciated (by me, of course, I'm such a juvenile). Libraries and movie theatres pose a whole different problem. We therefore own an extensive book collection and can often be found at Blockbuster.
So, yes, dear readers, clickmom's boys are loud. Very loud. Very very loud. Happy Lilsis?
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