This Week in WTF (Watch The Frog)

Is it seriously only Wednesday? I know the week started on Tuesday what with the holiday glory and all that, but really... Wednesday?

So yesterday was interesting on the parenting front. For those that haven't been playing along at home this whole 6 year blogging journey I've been on, we discovered a couple years ago that Boxer has a sensitivity to milk, specifically lactose. He gets the tummy troubles, but also acts wired and spazzy and makes bad decisions. All things the pediatrician scoffs at, but we've seen it enough to know. We're also told that likely he'll "grow out of it" (by the same doctors that don't believe in it in the first place, of course), so in the mean time get gets the Lactaid milk and one of those chewables any time he has dairy and crisis averted!

Anywho, Monday night we had tacos for dinner, which includes cheese. We forgot to have Boxer take a pill with dinner, but sort of blew it off knowing that a little bit of cheese won't wreak that much havoc on him. Only then, we promised the kids a treat to wrap-up the holiday weekend, and that treat was milkshakes. Guess who also didn't have a pill then, either? Whoops.

So yesterday at swim camp, apparently Boxer was wrestling or goofing off with some other kids and he lifted up another kid and accidentally dropped him on his face. Uh... WHAT? First of all, we knew he was built like a linebacker, but lifting up a kid high enough to drop him on his face (accidentally)? Wow. But also, really bad choice.  The camp counselors knew it was an accident, so it wasn't An Incident, but still... pretty poor choice on his part.

AND THEN (of course there's an AND THEN to this story).... we gave him the choice of either doing extra chores or not watching Wipeout last night as punishment. Since it was an accident, it wasn't a truly egregious offense, but still, he's not getting out of it for nothing.  He opted to do extra chores, so as a result, the bathrooms are clean!

Total sidebar: I should point out that this cleaning spree, overseen by Brief, might have been spurred by a radio quiz he & I heard over the weekend. The question was "35% of women get turned on by what thing a man does?" I immediately said (hollered?): HOUSEWORK. Brief laughed, and then lo and behold, the answer was "chores around the house". So HA!

Anyway, the bathrooms are clean. Huzzah! Boxer was in his jammies and fiddling around while Bloomer was getting her bath, and I got the call that Bloomer was ready for bedtime stories. She went into her room and said, "Where's Gracie?" Gracie is a very large stuffed tree frog that we got her at the beach (perhaps I mentioned that she love frogs?), and she sleeps with her every night. Gracie had been on her bed, but now was mysteriously missing. I poked around her room, but it became apparent that Gracie was nowhere to be found.

Thus it was time for A Talk. Brief hunted around a bit more and found Gracie in Boxer's room. We called both kids together and questioned them as to Who Took The Frog. Both denied. Now, Brief & I knew that it would be unlikely that Bloomer would hide her frog in Boxer's room, and if Boxer just admitted that oops, he had been playing with it, then there would be no problem. However, upon further pressing, in which Bloomer claimed that of the four of, I was the one lying (ha! never accuse the mother in these scenarios - she will always be a better liar than any child), Boxer gave the old shifty-eye sideways glance when he said it wasn't him.

BOOM. Caught in a lie. Off to bed without any Wipeout for you, dear son.

I sort of blame the ice cream, but I also blame the newly honed talent for annoying his sister. Also, he is worn out from swim camp and usually falls asleep in the car on the way home, but that is no excuse for lying.

Truthfully, I could do with a few less frogs in my life, though.