Doc was a scrapper from the minute he was born. He loves to tell stories of his childhood and one of them is when he was in kindergarten.
A little girl had been teasing him and finally he had enough of that. He climbed the ladder to the slide and came to the top. He noticed the little girl at the bottom of the slide, so as he slid down, he saw an opening.
He hauled off and punched her right in the face.
Doc has since learned that you don't hit girls and he has passed on this lesson to his sons. Apparently, though, they see nothing wrong with punching each other.
Our little kindergartner, Sleepy, is the one most like his father in looks and temperament. He looks like a little clone and they get a lot of comments from gushing waitresses about how much they look alike when they go out to breakfast together.
Sleepy is slight in stature, but I am assured by his doctor that he will be the size of his father when he is grown. Since that's good enough for me, I am not worried.
Right now, though, his brothers are taller and bigger and Happy happens to be around the same size and weight. Sleepy has realized that he must hold his own in this family or be obliterated.
He has taken on a toughness and continually speaks of becoming a man. No way is he going to let his brothers get the best of him, too.
Last night, I was in the basement with Doc. A ruckus had been going on upstairs for quite a while, but we were both too tired to really care what was going on.
Eventually, Grumpy comes down the stairs holding his nose and crying.
"Mom! Dad! Sleepy punched me in the nose!" he cries indignantly. I barely look at him and Doc asks, "Are you bleeding?" "No," he replies. So, Doc just says to get back upstairs and leave each other alone.
We've basically decided without really discussing it that sometimes the boys have to deal with things on their own. We call that "socializing" them.
With humor, I look at Doc and said, "Sleepy is just like you." In more ways than one.
A little girl had been teasing him and finally he had enough of that. He climbed the ladder to the slide and came to the top. He noticed the little girl at the bottom of the slide, so as he slid down, he saw an opening.
He hauled off and punched her right in the face.
Doc has since learned that you don't hit girls and he has passed on this lesson to his sons. Apparently, though, they see nothing wrong with punching each other.
Our little kindergartner, Sleepy, is the one most like his father in looks and temperament. He looks like a little clone and they get a lot of comments from gushing waitresses about how much they look alike when they go out to breakfast together.
Sleepy is slight in stature, but I am assured by his doctor that he will be the size of his father when he is grown. Since that's good enough for me, I am not worried.
Right now, though, his brothers are taller and bigger and Happy happens to be around the same size and weight. Sleepy has realized that he must hold his own in this family or be obliterated.
He has taken on a toughness and continually speaks of becoming a man. No way is he going to let his brothers get the best of him, too.
Last night, I was in the basement with Doc. A ruckus had been going on upstairs for quite a while, but we were both too tired to really care what was going on.
Eventually, Grumpy comes down the stairs holding his nose and crying.
"Mom! Dad! Sleepy punched me in the nose!" he cries indignantly. I barely look at him and Doc asks, "Are you bleeding?" "No," he replies. So, Doc just says to get back upstairs and leave each other alone.
We've basically decided without really discussing it that sometimes the boys have to deal with things on their own. We call that "socializing" them.
With humor, I look at Doc and said, "Sleepy is just like you." In more ways than one.
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