I don’t know how it starts, but sometimes the best moments are not planned, have no purpose, and just spontaneously appear. Last night, I came home feeling pretty tired. My wife was exhausted from driving the boys to school and back, taking grandma to get some x-rays, and then taking home one of Ry’s friends for a play date and dinner. So neither of us had much in the tank, and thankfully the boys ate during the play date. So considering there was still 1.5 hours before a bath and bed, this evening could have gone in several directions. Of course, the one we anticipate and dread is one that involves the two boys fighting, calling each other variations of “poopyhead,” followed by a slip, fall, and crying “MAMA!!” But last night was different.
Ry put on one of his homemade music CD’s and started doing some silly dances. J mirrored his moves. And then they both found a collection of hats in one of the drawers and started improvising movements. This went on for at least twenty minutes. They found a way for both of them to participate and it allowed us a chance to eat, not necessarily in peace, but for one night, they chose the road less travelled.