Fist to Cuffs

It comes to this practically on an hourly basis between #1 & #2 at Casa de Dummies.

It usually starts by #2 making some ridiculous request during the course of their regular play, like, "Hey Bruer, gimme all the guys and you can watch me pway."

Obviously, Bruer declines.

This immediately pisses #2 off and he retaliates by making some outlandish statement, like, "I hates you, Bruer!"

Bruer then states that he will no longer be engaging in active play with #2. Which is more than #2 can bear. He resorts to the only thing he thinks will get him results: violence.

It then takes a turn for the worse. #1 ducks an errant punch and tries to flee. #2 kicks #1 in the butt. #1 turns on #2 and scratches his neck. #2 flies into a rage and pinches #1's face (Really? His face? Who pinches on the face?). #1 can take no more and gives #2 a full blown man slap. #3, in a desperate attempt to not be upstaged by the band of fools he calls brothers, hits both of them with the digital drumsticks, ker chack! Now that it has gone too far they all come running, screaming, and tattling to me.

This, friends, is a daily occurrence.

It begins the moment the door closes on our return from the bus stop.

#2 has been eagerly awaiting #1's return. So eager, in fact, that he immediately begins trying to enage #1 in some form of interaction; any sort of interaction, positive or negative, anything will do.

#1, understandably, is exhausted from a long day at school and simply wants to be alone. He does not want to be engaged in any interaction with #2; not any sort of interaction, positive or negative, he'll pass on both.

So, you see, we have quite a dilemma.

I'm at a loss about what to do with this situation. I understand that #1 needs alone time, but I sympathize with the fact that #2 has been missing him all day as well.

#1's short temper and #2's impatience combine to create the war zone in which I live.

Needless to say, I happily await days like today. Rare moments when they are playing amicably together like two brothers in love. They are sharing, they are talking, and they are smiling and having fun, while #3 climbs around on their backs acts like his a member of the team.

And, I am happy as well to sit here and blog my day away. Or get some laundry folded. Or make lunch without having to break up a fight, negotiate a fair trade, or counsel a sore loser.

I live for moments just like this one.

And...it's over.