Friendly Conflict
“MOM!”
…
“MOM!”
On the third “Mom!”, I exited the room to find out what, exactly, was going on.
“It’s utter chaos out here!” Puck declared, running around in his birthday suit flailing his blue lightsaber while Oxbear’s Irish music blasted from the television in our bedroom and Yali chased him around in circles, thinking the whole thing was apparently hilarious.
This certainly isn’t an uncommon sight. Considering that Puck always manages to find about thirty distractions between changing from his pajamas into his school uniform, the lack of clothing did not surprise me. And of course if Puck thinks it’s okay to pause between outfits for a little clothes-less lightsaber duel, then Yali also thinks it’s perfectly okay. Fortunately I prevented this from happening… At least for today.
Battle continued later in the afternoon following carpool. This time, one of Puck’s male classmates joined the party, allowing Puck to arm-blast him up and down the hallways in dramatic fashion. No wonder Yali thinks his arms are actual weapons. All he has to do is aim and fire with one little brown fist, and the victim in question goes sprawling.
Eventually Puck and Yali took off down the hall, laughing and chasing after each other.
“They’re like chocolate and vanilla,” Julia-Agnes noted.
True words.
Back home, Yali apparently still hadn’t gotten that “battle” out of his system. I looked up from my work to find him trying to lightsaber the cat. One Chuck on, one Chuck off. Then the scraping of the little rocking chair across the floorboards, across the linoleum into the kitchen where he climbed up to the counter to snag another banana.
Three sisters, a brother, and a friend showed up for movie night. Sylvester Stallone in 1987’s “Over the Top”. We love watching terrible movies. And reminiscing over childhood, including possibly the worst board game ever created: “The Richest Christian”.
“I’m going to win the most eternal rewards!” Rose humbly declared, waltzing through the doorway with the box under one arm.
Carrie-Bri followed with a baked brie and we discussed the awfulness and the terribleness of this family friendly atrocity from the 80s.